An Yan woke up at five in the afternoon.
She yawned, sitting up and rubbing her temples. She seemed to have answered a phone call and had vaguely agreed to something.
She picked up the phone beside her pillow to check; it was from Fu Jinqiao.
She called back, and the other end was bustling with excitement, "Tomorrow morning you don't need to bring anything, I've got the food covered..."
"What's going on? What are we doing tomorrow morning?"
Jinqiao looked at her newly-done, sparkling nails, blinking, "Did you blackout from drinking?"
An Yan wanted to say that she was so tired she might as well have blacked out?
"Why is your voice hoarse? Do you have a cold? Should I come and see you?"
An Yan bit her lip; it was all that uncontrollable old man's fault!
She cleared her throat, still a bit hoarse, "No, it's just laryngitis flaring up. What are we doing tomorrow?"
"Amusement park! We'll have a picnic there at lunch, and I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow morning."
