Tuesday, sunny.
The alarm clock had rung three times before Qin Guanglin finally climbed out of bed, his face showing signs of exhaustion.
He had been chatting on the phone until late last night, and it was only after ten when he suddenly remembered there was still work undone; reluctantly ending the call, he took his draft into the studio and stayed for several hours until finally completing the drawing of the noon's sketch well after two in the morning.
Staying up late is harmful to one's health...
Yawning and shuffling to the bathroom to wash up, Qin Guanglin paused while changing his clothes, deciding not to wear the ones bought for him by He Fang. Instead, he randomly picked out a striped short-sleeved shirt from the closet and prepared to head out to work.
It's not like I'm going on a blind date; why dress up so nicely?
He straightened out the hem of the shirt, feeling much more comfortable in this simple and unassuming outfit.