The crackling sounds of firecrackers for New Year's Eve followed one after another, finally starting to fade around two in the morning. Unable to sleep, Yan Xixi found herself turning on her phone. She considered calling Huang Xiaojue but resisted the impulse when she saw it was nearly three.
There was a message: "Miss, Happy New Year." The timestamp showed it had been sent right at midnight.
She replied, "I'm not happy at all."
Surprisingly, the person was also still awake and promptly replied, "Why?"
"I'm unhappy with my current situation."
"Maybe you're unhappy with your situation, feeling fat, ugly, awkward, poor, stupid, miserable... But please believe that things will get better. Gradually, you'll just feel *really* fat, *really* ugly, *really* awkward, *really* poor, *really* stupid, *really* miserable…"
She couldn't help but laugh.
"Right, how's your illness? Are you better?"
"Mostly. Miss, why are you still up so late?"
"I can't sleep."
