C22 One More You Won't Make a Difference

The morning sun shone through the glass window and onto Xia Youyou's face. It was exactly 6: 30.

Xia Youyou stood up from her chair and stretched out her numb limbs.

Yesterday, she was typing and accidentally fell asleep. Just like that, she laid in front of the table for the whole night.

At this moment, she still could not stand stably, but she still forced herself to wake up