The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
In Yi Province, they call the fifteenth day of the first lunar month the 'Grand New Year Celebration.'
Early in the morning, Zhou Li was awakened by the aroma of food. He opened his eyes and propped himself up to look—
A graceful figure sat at his desk enjoying breakfast, her back to him. Her waist-length hair was tied with a bow-adorned hairband. It wasn't secured at the nape of her neck but rather midway down her hair, allowing the strands above the band to poof out slightly to the sides. The curtains, drawn the night before, had been opened at some point. Her jet-black hair, reflecting a slight sheen, was of a quality good enough for a commercial.
He rubbed his eyes again and craned his neck to see.
A very fashionable long down jacket…
Wrong focus.
Good heavens, a whole table full of food!
