It was Saturday again—a rare day of rest.
Yan Feifan, who had recently started cherishing his life and prioritizing his health, actually slept in. He didn't get up to wash until past seven in the morning.
The weather today, however, was terrible. A cold front from the north had swept south, hitting Binhai this morning. The wind picked up outside, accompanied by the PIT-PAT of a light drizzle, and the temperature dropped below five degrees Celsius. Fortunately, the room's air conditioner was working perfectly, pumping out warmth and dispelling the dampness.
After doing fifteen minutes of light exercise in the living room, Yan Feifan had breakfast with Yu Suye, Duan Yu, and Song Yi, who had stayed over the night before.
