Rong Yan had a good night's dream, and when breakfast came with the sunrise, she woke up on time, reflexively rising from her bed. Only after sitting up did she remember there was no need to go to court that morning.
But since she was awake, Rong Yan yawned and still got up to wash and change out of her pajamas.
She had video-chatted with someone until almost midnight the previous night and then played with her phone for a while longer. She didn't fall asleep until past one, and now she was up again at eight, her eyelids constantly fighting a battle to stay open.
She neatly folded her quilt and took out her laptop, which had been left on all night, to search for news about that day's trial.
As expected, a barrage of results popped up.
She randomly selected a livestream and clicked into it.
The trial was scheduled to start at eight-thirty, and she had logged on at eight-fifteen, just fifteen minutes before.
