This morning, I locked away ten thousand words in the "little black room", and only now have I come out, miserable. After some revisions, it's down to over eight thousand. What a snail's pace...
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Although it had been over a week since she last stayed there, her room was still spotless. A gentle warmth filled Chuxia's heart. With a husband's family like this, she was luckier than Zhao Yulan. She hurriedly took a shower, threw herself onto the bed, and before long, drifted off to sleep. The days of running around had left her utterly exhausted.
When she woke up, it was nearly twelve in the afternoon. She opened her eyes, spent a moment disoriented, and then realized where she was. After changing her clothes and opening the door, she ran right into Lin Yanqiu, who had come to call her. Yanqiu smiled and stuck out her head to shout downstairs, "Aunt Liu, put the dumplings in the pot."
