Shawn slept until three in the afternoon.
He was awakened by Knowledge.
"Master, it's time to get up." Knowledge whispered in his brain.
Shawn felt a bit groggy; he got up, washed his face, made himself a strong cup of tea to wake up, and then said coldly, "Shut up, stop bothering me."
In front of the mirror.
A young and handsome man with slight dark circles appeared before him, his hair messy, looking a bit lethargic, with slight eye bags. His complexion was normal, but his eyes were filled with bloodshot streaks. He felt like he had slept deeply, but in fact, the quality of his sleep was quite poor.
"The master is still so handsome!..." Knowledge retreated into his brain, muttering quietly.
Shut up.
Shawn rubbed his temples, sat on the balcony in silence for a while before slowly getting up to change clothes.
Rationality had already touched the mental threshold.
