Sunday.
The autumn morning was particularly cold. Ruan Jiaojiao was dreaming of eating chicken legs when she was dug out of the covers by the Ruanlin Family.
Ruan Jiaojiao let out a small yawn, her tearful eyes misty as she burrowed into the Ruanlin Family's embrace, asking in a delicate voice, "Grandma, what time is it now?" As she spoke, her head tilted into the Ruanlin Family's neck, and she closed her eyes.
"It's half past six, my little darling. You need to gather at school at eight, so get up quickly, okay?" The Ruanlin Family would have picked up Ruan Jiaojiao to dress her if she could still lift her.
Ruan Jiaojiao murmured a response, her little mouth nestling against the Ruanlin Family's neck, melting the Ruanlin Family's heart.
But it was time to get out of bed. She stroked Ruan Jiaojiao's little head: "Tomorrow Jiaojiao will be nine years old, a big girl then, and you can't be so lazy getting out of bed anymore."