Ten o'clock on Monday night, at the Yan siblings' home in the Zuimo Court District.
"Hey, Feifan. Stop thinking. It's time for bed."
Yan Feifan, who was sitting at his desk, slowly brought his wandering gaze into focus. He could finally see the person shaking him.
"Sis, what are you doing? You're interrupting me!"
Yan Ziruo picked up the digital clock from the desk and waved it in front of her brother.
"See this? It's ten o'clock."
"Did you forget what I told you at dinner? Starting tonight, I'm enforcing some strict measures. Military-style management. Every night at ten, I'm making sure you go to bed on time."
Yan Feifan rolled his eyes in frustration and stood up, saying dismissively, "Fine, I'll get ready for bed."
He went to the bathroom, then came back, lay down in bed, and pulled up the thin blanket.
But Yan Ziruo remained by his bed, looking at her phone.
"Sis, I'm already in bed and ready to sleep. You can go now."
