Every weekend, like many office workers, Yue Zitong no longer wakes up naturally with the alarm clock.

The same was true this morning. When she opened her eyes with a flicker, it was already more than 8 a.m., and the sun was sprinkled through the window glass in the bedroom. Fine dust could be seen floating slowly in the air.

Familiar weekend feeling, familiar nightmare, lazy and unwilling to move, closed eyes and sighed pleasantly, ready to revisit the pleasure of the dream, but it seems to think of something.

Why does the root of my left leg ache a little? Besides, when I opened my eyes just now, I...