In the dead of night, the chirping of insects in the grass had weakened considerably, and even the air carried a hint of chill, heralding the transition from late summer to early autumn.
Shen Cong lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, regretting that he shouldn't have taken a nap at noon.
As one gets older, they sleep less.
If the noon nap is too long, it becomes hard to sleep at night.
Tired of tossing around, he got up, put on some clothes, and went to the study. He casually picked up a book but couldn't get into it.
He recalled Old Mrs. Yun coming to see him at noon and couldn't help but chuckle.
Indeed, as people age, they become anxious about gains and losses.
She was worried that her Little Dumpling would bring calamity to the family, so she thought about transferring all the family's bad luck onto herself.
Little did she know, the talk of Little Dumpling being the reincarnation of the Evil Star was just something he had made up on a whim.
