On the morning of August 17, 2017
Shen Qingming looked at the two dark circles under her eyes reflected in the water mirror, feeling utterly helpless.
Behind her, Wang Jiu wore an expression as if watching an idiot, concerned for the mental and physical health of his rider.
After a moment, Shen Qingming, confused, turned and asked, "Ah Jiu, what should I do?"
Wang Jiu sighed, "Honestly, I've been through a lot and seen even more. Back in the day, traveling with the Jiu Immortal Venerables, was there any battlefield on the Jiuzhou Continent I hadn't been to? The Great Demon God Emperor was so high and mighty, and I could chat and laugh with him. But I've seldom seen anyone as foolish as you, holding the Immovable Tyrant Body of the Second Heaven, staying up late to the point of getting dark circles. Even Shen Kaishan would be shocked by your feat..."
Shen Qingming responded aggrievedly, "I can't help it, it's nervous insomnia."
"You've been losing sleep since the 11th?"
