On Sunday night, the family finished dinner early and went to bed.
Around one in the morning, the old woman threw on some clothes, got up, and knocked on her daughter's door.
"Yuan Si, Xiao Wen, time to get up. Hurry, or you'll miss the train."
The couple in the room were still half asleep. "Alright, Ma, we're getting up," Xiao Furen answered. He rubbed his face and sat up. 'Thank goodness these upside-down days are almost over,' he thought. 'I'm not getting any younger. I know full well that an irregular schedule like this does more harm than good. It's fine for a little while, but definitely not in the long run.'
'Anyone who's lived a full life knows that fame and fortune are nothing compared to good health.'
Annoyed by the noise, Yuan Si irritably pulled the quilt over her head.
Xiao Furen paid her no mind.
