When Song Qinghuan woke up the next day, her head was heavy as clouds, her eyelids as if weighed down with a thousand pounds.
Shi Yuhuan suggested that she rest for another day, but she insisted on pushing through the fog of lethargy, splashing winter cold water on her face to wake herself up, and going to work after breakfast.
Having cried the night before, her eyes were somewhat puffy and her face a little pale.
At the office, Yu Yang and Bai Rubing were startled at her appearance, questioning why she had taken the day off and why she returned looking so sick.
Song Qinghuan only smiled, declining to offer any words in response.
Even though she felt sleep beckoning, she still managed to diligently complete her work.
