Rong Yan spent a full two hours making seven or eight buns, patting her face, numb from fatigue, washed her hands, and then used the coffee maker to brew some hot coffee. Once everything was ready, she finally untied her apron, yawned, and went back to her room. She sent Li Shengxiao a text, no longer able to fight off sleep, climbed onto the bed, turned off the light, and fell asleep.
Having been busy running around all day, she was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. She fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the bed...
The night sky was draped low, with stars twinkling in the sky, blinking on the horizon. The insects in the bushes buzzed, playing a night-time trio, and even the small birds on the treetops flew home to sleep.
