At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhou Lan got out of bed on time, without fail.
Unlike the laid-back Zhou Yun, when it comes to self-discipline, Zhou Lan is an absolute queen.
She looked at the somewhat red and swollen eye sockets in the mirror and a cold smile crept over her lips.
After a night of cleansing and filtering, the discomfort of drinking alone to drown her sorrows last night had disappeared.
Zhou Lan allowed herself to lose control of her emotions occasionally, but she did not permit herself to be mired in useless emotional turmoil.
Once a decision was made, it had to be executed resolutely.
Zhou Lan reminded herself of this, washed her face with cold water, dried off, and did her makeup.
As soon as she finished, the ringtone of her mobile phone suddenly went off.
Today was an overcast day, with a leaden sky outside the window that brought an inexplicable sense of depression.
Zhou Lan had a premonition that this call was unlikely to bring good news.
