By the time he finished, it was already eleven o'clock.
Previously, whenever the time to switch back approached, his body would always feel uncomfortable.
Exhausted, worn out, and drowsy.
But he didn't feel that way today. He closed his eyes and recalled the daily life he'd spent with Cecilia these past few days, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Jim Quincy, who had gotten up in the middle of the night, heard the noise and came closer to knock on the door. "Is that you, Ian?"
"Yes."
Jim Quincy asked, "What kind of sweet dream are you having in the middle of the night to be laughing like that?"
"I dreamed that Cecilia gave you ten grandsons."
"Stop talking nonsense." Jim Quincy pushed the door, and it swung open. He reached out and flipped on the light.
The bright light made Ian Quincy's head throb, and he quickly shielded his eyes with his hand.
"It's already 12:30 AM, and you're still not asleep," Jim Quincy said, looking at the wall clock.
