That night, Shi Miaomiao finally had a good night's sleep, dreaming of playing with Xiao Yifei. Both of them appeared as their childhood selves, chasing each other around. Miaomiao, being shorter, lagged behind Xiao Yifei and, unable to run any further, yelled, "Brother, wait for me, I can't catch up with you."
The weather was gradually getting colder, and the city was slowly transitioning into winter. On the streets, there were girls wearing thick coats on top, but with bare, slender legs below. Xiao Yifei found this sight puzzling—women truly are strange creatures.
Take Shi Miaomiao, for example, this odd woman who, when at home, feels cold no matter how thickly she dresses, wishing she could spend all twenty-four hours of the day in bed. Even when getting out of bed for a drink of water, she'd drape a thick duvet around herself.
