Saturday morning at six o'clock, Jiang Yan hadn't fully opened his eyes when he reached for his phone beside the pillow. Then, squinting, he flipped open the cover and tapped out a few words to send.
Afterward, he put down his phone and closed his eyes again.
About ten minutes later, his phone buzzed twice.
He picked it up and opened the latest text message: "The fever should be gone, I didn't check, but my head still hurts."
Jiang Yan: "Did you take any medicine last night?"
Jiajia: "My second brother made me drink a bowl of black Chinese medicine, it was so bitter."
Jiang Yan laughed: "Chinese medicine is good for your health, did you sleep well last night? Did you wake up in the middle?"
Jiajia: "No, I don't know if it's because of the medicine or because my mom slept with me."
Jiang Yan felt a bit jealous of Mu Chenyan.
"Does sending messages wake your mom up?"
"She's already gone downstairs to the kitchen to make porridge, but... I think I smell something burning."
