Days pass like this.
The first week of the new year slips by quietly.
Jiang works late almost every day now. I stop sulking and start waiting for him outside instead. When he comes out, tired but smiling, we walk home together—shoulders brushing, fingers tangling like it's routine now. We eat. We sleep. Repeat.
At the lab, things are… stable.
Too stable.
The special subjects' regeneration turns out to be temporary, just like I wanted to fake it. Cross-research starts, reports pile up, meetings drag on. Mrs. Qin looks calm—almost too calm—but nothing explodes, so I let it slide. For now.
Yuyu and Zeyan call, all excited, talking over each other about moving in together. They invite us for a small dinner party this weekend, just something simple. I agree without thinking too much.
And that's it.
No chaos.
No drama.
Life feels… boring.
But in a good way.
Like a lazy summer noon in the countryside—
quiet, warm, uneventful, and strangely comforting.
