After his midday nap, Cui Ciyou woke again, his consciousness slowly surfacing from a chaotic darkness.
Once he was awake, he saw the burning candle on the desk at the edge of his vision.
Nearly half spent, the candle flickered with a dim, warm glow.
The living room was dark. Clearly, it was no longer daytime.
Cui Ciyou turned his slightly stiff neck and looked outside through the living room's large window. A bright moon hung high in the deep night sky, which stretched out like a curtain.
It was as though someone had muted the world. There were no insects chirping, no wind rustling. All around him lay a deep, reassuring silence.
An open notebook still lay on the desk, its pages densely covered with notes on Cui Ciyou's recent research.
Of course, it was important to note that this was not a diary.
Seriously, what respectable person kept a diary?
That sort of thing was just a pointless pastime for children and pretentious young people wallowing in imagined woes.
Who would be naive enough to write their deepest, most secret and honest thoughts, exactly as they were, on a few thin sheets of paper?
And even if they did, how much sincerity would there really be in what they wrote?
Who put their honest thoughts in a diary?
A diary? The sun shone brightly today. Not a cloud in the sky today.
Everything spread across the desk was theoretical material on combining Teleportation Magic and Summoning Magic.
Ever since Roxy became pregnant, Cui Ciyou had voluntarily taken over most of the research.
After all, he ought to contribute something to this family besides money.
Cui Ciyou had no idea how many hours he had slept. His whole body felt sluggish and heavy, as though he had been asleep