Morning light filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting mottled shadows across Li Wei's face.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she woke up.
She reached for the phone beside her pillow. Its screen lit up, displaying 7:32.
After taking a moment to come around, she got out of bed, opened the desk drawer, and took out a locked notebook.
She flipped to a new page and wrote a line.
"August 27, 2025. Slept for 11 hours and 2 minutes."
She had broken the eleven-hour mark.
Her fingertips brushed over the notebook. The pages ahead were packed with records.
Ever since she was eighteen, her sleeping hours had been growing longer at an irreversible rate.
At first, she had simply thought she had become a lazy bum after entering university.
It was not until last year that she confirmed she was "sick."
For a whole year, she had kept records.
Judging by the current trend, if nothing unexpected happened, she would fall into an eternal slumber at the age of thirty-five and never wake up again.
Li Wei propped her chin on one hand and looked out the window.
The world was brimming with life, yet an indescribable melancholy rose in her heart.
However, she quickly pulled herself together.
In the twenty-two years of this life, she had parents and a younger brother. Compared with the twenty-eight years she had spent as an orphan in her previous life, she was ten thousand times happier.
The only thing she was somewhat dissatisfied with was that she had transmigrated into a girl.
Fortunately, she had been reborn from the womb, and after all these years, she had long since adapted.
Thinking of her younger brother...
A thought abruptly flashed through her mind: When did I get a younger brother?
She was