She quickly got out of bed, slipped into her pajamas, and then dashed into the bathroom.
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she pulled a face, checking her appearance. Her hair was a complete mess, resembling a madwoman.
Over the past few days, her eyes had begun to sparkle, at least showing signs of vibrant life.
After washing her face, she combed her unruly hair into some semblance of a hairstyle.
She returned to the bedroom, donned her warmest, loose-fitting track pants and a short-sleeved shirt—the temperature had dropped significantly due to the rain today.
As she stepped out of the bedroom, she could already smell the fragrance of fried eggs and the aroma of rice porridge—An Zhiyuan was already preparing breakfast.
She poured herself a glass of water, "Aren't you going to work today?"
