Spring was drawing nearer, but the weather was not improving day by day.
Ye Nanxun curled up in his warm bed and woke once at eight in the morning. Outside, it was so dark and gloomy that it looked as though dawn had not yet broken.
He turned over, wrapped himself tighter in the blankets, closed his eyes, and went right back to sleep.
Training his psychic power was far more exhausting than doing research. After two consecutive days of practice, Ye Nanxun had not even touched the edge of the Psychic Barrier, while his psychic power had nearly been drained dry.
When he returned home at night, he was so dizzy that all he wanted to do was sleep.
He slept for another two hours, finally dragging himself out of the warm, comfortable bed with a yawn at ten in the morning when his stomach began to growl.
He shuffled sleepily into the bathroom as if sleepwalking. When he came out, his green eyes shone with clear, brilliant alertness.
At this time of day, his mother and father would usually either be leaning against each other over tea, or one playing the piano while the other played the violin.
That morning was especially quiet. Even the birds outside had tucked themselves into their nests beneath the eaves for a nap. Only the fine drizzle pattered against the windows, the sound of raindrops falling crisp and clear, like a lullaby that beckoned people to sleep.
Wearing his slippers, Ye Nanxun headed downstairs to the kitchen. He took a sandwich from the refrigerator, heated it up simply, poured himself a glass of hot milk, and sat beside the island counter to quickly finish today's brunch.
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