Gu Ning sat down at the desk and also opened her own notebook to start busying herself with work. As for Tang Yuxin, though she was tired, she didn't fall asleep; instead, she lay on the bed, picked up a small book, and began to read.
Everything that was to be shopped for had been mostly accomplished three days before, and it was now time for a mid-break.
She said it was a mid-break, and that meant it was a mid-break, absolutely no going out. Moreover, with her "old arm and old leg," adding together two lifetimes, she was like a sixty-year-old grandmother and naturally couldn't compare with the young people.
Although her body was still very young, her heart had begun to age.
No, that's not right; why was she being so artistic about it? It wasn't about being old; it was about maturity, a maturity that exceeded that of ordinary people by quite a bit.