Early morning.
Sunlight squeezed through the gap in the curtains.
Like an uninvited guest, it shone straight onto Chen De's face.
She squinted.
Rolled over.
Rolled over again.
Then naturally opened her eyes.
No alarm clock.
No struggle.
No agony of being violently yanked out of a coffin.
Chen De crawled out of the covers, sporting a head of messy, pale-gray hair.
Stretched lazily.
Feeling as light as if she had been filled with hydrogen.
Why do I feel like my biological clock has gotten healthier...
She scratched her hair, stunned for two seconds.
In the past, she had to battle the alarm clock three rounds just to crawl out of bed on holidays.
Today she actually woke up naturally.
And her energy was quite good.
A magical girl chased and hacked by Calamities every day was having her biological clock improve.
This wasn't scientific.
"Qubi."
No one answered.
She lowered her head and looked.
Qubi was curled up next to the pillow, snoring thunderously.
A cat slept more soundly than a human.
Chen De ignored it.
Shuffled in slippers toward the sink.
Steps slow and leisurely.
No rush.
Today was a holiday.
Between heaven and earth, holidays were the most important.
Walked in front of the mirror.
She didn't take a deep breath before raising her head like the past few days.
Nor did she do any mental preparation.
She just lifted her head casually like that.
The person in the mirror looked at her.
The white hair scattered in a disheveled mess.
The pajama collar crooked to one side.
The crease marks of the pillow stamped on her cheek.
Eyes half-closed, carrying the dazedness of just waking up.
That layer of blue dye in her pupils was a bit deeper than yesterday.
Chen De stared at the mirror