Dinglingling~
Dinglingling~
The alarm clock suddenly exploded, startling Padding Shayol from his sleep.
He hadn't closed his eyes for two days and nights.
Finding some rare free time, he took a hot shower and had a hearty breakfast.
He had planned to rest only after receiving the news of Wu Jie's death.
But...
He just couldn't stay up anymore!
Within seconds, he couldn't fight off the sleepiness and dozed off at his desk.
After turning off the alarm, Shayol rubbed his sore eyes; his temples throbbed, as if they were about to explode.
Man!
Once you age, you have to admit defeat to time!
Shayol, now past his fifties, deeply felt that his body was no longer what it used to be.
Back when he was young, staying up for two days and nights was nothing, but now?
What a pity...
When middle-aged, one is helpless to ward off time; even a thermos becomes filled with wolfberries.
