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The sun sets early in winter, and the clock on the wall only points to five o'clock. The window outside the window is already blurry, stripped of the brightness of the day, and before the black curtain has time to fall, the whole world appears naked. Dai Jie rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned to look at the winter scene outside. The bare sycamore tree poles stretched out with claws and claws, much like an impression painting by a famous artist, but the setting and color were a bit colder. The sight of it made people want to continue to wrap themselves in the warm quilt and stay in bed. But this is not the reason why Dai Jie has slept until now. Dai Jie has a special living habit, that is, he goes to bed an hour later than the previous day every day, and of course he has to wake up an hour later the next day. In this cycle, with the same seven hours of sleep a day, Dai Jie slept one day less than others.