(PS: Went to the hospital this morning, which delayed the update by about half an hour.)
"Perpetual Calendar Year Eight, September Fourteenth."
"They said that tomorrow should probably be considered the Mid-Autumn Festival, so why don't we all get together."
"I don't really mind, it's good to gather together like we did for the Spring Festival."
"But I don't know if it's just my illusion, I always feel... it seems there are fewer and fewer people talking in the big group, playing games, and participating in activities..."
"Is it just my imagination?"
Ye Xingxun closed her diary, gave herself an electromagnetic field full-body massage, and then lay down in bed to sleep.
