Although Professor Meng thought he had placed the right bet.
But a gamble is a gamble, and until the last moment, no one knows the real outcome.
There's a possibility that what Bai Yulan played for him was just a recording.
So, Professor Meng suffered from insomnia again, only falling into a drowsy sleep at dawn, but he was startled awake soon after, fearing he had missed the time.
But when he checked the time, it was only six in the morning.
He didn't choose to continue sleeping but got out of bed directly.
Even though he still felt very sleepy, it was unlikely he'd be able to fall back asleep.
Every minute and every second now was a form of torment for him.
He made himself breakfast but didn't eat a bite. He absentmindedly cooked an egg, something he prepared for Little Shi every day, but upon realizing it, he sighed and slipped the cooked egg into his pocket.
Then he sat on the wicker chair in the room, looking out through the old window at the bright sky outside.
