One day...
Five days...
Seven days...
This day was another Saturday.
Today was a brilliantly Clear Day, with plenty of morning sun.
Dong Xuebin's dorm had pretty good lighting. He lay in bed soaking up the sun and did not crawl out until eleven, still groggy and exhausted.
He was tired.
Tired half to death.
This past week had nearly killed him.
At last, he could rest for two days. Still shaken by the ordeal, Dong Xuebin stretched, slipped on his shoes, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Jiang Fangfang had taken leave, and since last week, almost everything at the county government had fallen onto Dong Xuebin's shoulders. Big matters would have been one thing, but they were all minor, troublesome disputes. Dong Xuebin did not dare make decisions lightly, so every time, he had to weigh things over and over before he dared sign off. County Chief Jiang trusted him enough to hand this whole mess to him, so naturally, he could not half-ass it. He had to handle everything carefully. And it was not just the backlog from County Chief Jiang's side. He also had the dormitory project and his own areas of responsibility to deal with. It was like doing two people's jobs by himself, with hardly any distinction between day and night. Hell, it was better not to even talk about it. Luckily, County Chief Jiang's family had not held a funeral. After the cremation, they had gone to Jin City and scattered the ashes at sea by boat. Otherwise, Dong Xuebin truly would not even have had time to catch his breath.
Sigh, he wondered how Sister Jiang was doing.
The first seven days of mourning were nearly over. Why had there still been no word from her?
While worrying about Jiang