The first day of the eleven-day holiday, and He Qing woke up at... five-thirty ┐（─__─）┌.
There's just no helping it; her biological clock was set, and at that time, she couldn't sleep even if she wanted to... Talk about not having the life of luxury!
He Qing lamented internally.
Oh well, might as well lie in bed a bit longer before heading out for some exercise, soak up some Spiritual Energy, refine her own body, and incidentally, if there's enough Spiritual Energy, look pretty as well... Ow, ow, ow, she binged dramas until the wee hours last night. She really didn't feel like getting up at all!
She reached out beside her pillow and groped around, pulling out her phone in the process. As soon as she turned on the screen, a holiday poster loomed large at the top — Ghost Festival!
Ah!
He Qing sat up abruptly!
