Ming Li lived this kind of life for nearly half a month, spending her days between sleep and romantic pulp fiction, which wasn't entirely boring.
Yet during this time, she deeply realized just how absurdly ridiculous a lovesick person could be.
He would even tie the other end of a chain to himself when accompanying her out for a stroll. The two of them would shuffle along step by step, *rustling* away, often giving Ming Li the surreal illusion of being prison inmates on a joint excursion.
Chapter 31