The next day, the group sat in the living room eating lunch. An Yue glanced across the table at Ansheng, who looked listless, his hair messy and a yawn escaping his lips. Then she looked at Miaomiao, who had been up early bustling around the house helping out.
After a moment of thought, she spoke up. "Brother, how did you sleep last night?"
Ansheng let out another yawn, his eyes watering, and replied weakly, "Oh, pretty good."
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