Glancing at the time, it was nearing midnight already.
Aunt Fang was still watching over the ginseng soup in the pot. Leaving for a peek, the TV was still on.
"Miss Fang, it's so late, and you're still not sleeping? You need to go to work tomorrow. Go to sleep quickly. I'm afraid your husband won't be back tonight."
"Oh, it's fine..." In fact, Eleven's eyes were already battling sleep, squinting now and then. Occasionally, her head would droop as if she were about to doze off, never staying still.
Aunt Fang added, "Your husband is probably busy with work. Miss Fang, there's no need to keep waiting."
Busy...?
How could eating a meal possibly take so long?
What were they even talking about?
Having spent long hours fishing on the sofa, Eleven was so exhausted that she could hardly hold it together any longer. She turned off the TV, stood up and said, "Auntie, I'm going to bed now."