That night, Fang Yi tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Regarding tomorrow's test at the Zhong Estate, he felt a strange sense of contradiction. On one hand, he felt confident that he would pass smoothly; on the other hand, he felt as though something was still missing. Tossing and turning to no avail, he finally got up, sat at his desk, and resumed studying, skimming through a thick notebook. It was around three o'clock in the morning when he finally lay back down and fell asleep.
Just as Fang Yi was sleeping soundly, a sudden gale blew up, accompanied by rolling thunder and dark clouds covering the sky. He started in surprise. It was almost winter; how could there be summer-like thunderstorm weather? Suddenly, a deafening crack of thunder exploded right beside his ear, waking him completely. Opening his eyes, he saw Brother Xiang flapping its wings and standing on his quilt, cooing, hopping, and pulling out all the stops to urge him to get up.
Chapter 87