The next day, morning light fell evenly across every part of Linmen, whether it was the high-priced Jinghe District or the smoke-filled South District, it was all the same.
The rays of light slipped through the curtains and settled on Yan Huan's eyes, casting shadows of the tender leaves sprouting in early spring on his brows.
And the next moment, he was woken up by the sunlight, slowly opening his eyes,
"Mm..."
His opened eyes were hazy for a few seconds, then gradually cleared up.
Instinctively wanting to move his body which he had regained control over not long ago, he felt a heaviness on one side and lightness on the other.
He then remembered how he had fallen asleep last night.
"..."
Yan Huan raised his head slightly to look at his right side, which was the heavy side.
There he saw a black cat lying on his chest, sleeping in a sprawled position.
