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The next day.

Sunday morning.

In the guest room of Old Wu's house, Zhang Ye lay in bed sleeping, snoring loudly. Yesterday night, he had discussed with Old Wu many topics regarding calligraphy and even made a few pieces. When it got late, Zhang Ye decided to stay over, though he didn't intend to leave in the first place. It wasn't easy to have matched his schedule to Old Wu's days off, so Zhang Ye definitely wanted to spend more time with her.

At 8 AM.

"Are you up?" Wu Zeqing came into the guest room from outside.

When Zhang Ye heard her voice, he opened his eyes. "Old Wu."

Old Wu said, "Let's go downstairs and have something to eat. I've already prepared breakfast."

"What time is it now?" Zhang Ye asked.

"8 o'clock," Old Wu said, dressed in her nightie.

"It's only 8? Let me lie down a little longer." Zhang Ye drowsily stayed under the covers and yawned twice in succession. "I don't know why I've been so tired for the past few days."