That night,
some drank themselves into a stupor, while others were too excited to sleep...
The former was Kingsley Jennings, and the latter was Ryder Sharp.
The next day at dawn, even though it was the weekend, Sebastian Lockwood was still dragged out of bed by his grandfather to practice Tai Chi in the courtyard. Just as he was warming up, the gate to the neighboring yard opened.
"Ryder, you're up so early on a weekend?" Mr. Lockwood was a little surprised to see him.
"Couldn't sleep."
Mr. Lockwood frowned, vaguely recalling that Ryder had also gotten up early some time ago, claiming he couldn't sleep then either.
It was around... the Qixi Festival. He couldn't remember the exact date.
"You young people these days... your schedules are so irregular, mixing up day and night. Even if it's for work and making money, you can't push yourselves this hard." Mr. Lockwood instinctively assumed Ryder's insomnia was due to his busy career.
