After several sunrises and sunsets, the scenery outside the window seemed to unconsciously change its appearance.
The room was unlit, the darkness sealing the interior in a silence as deep as the sea.
Fang Cheng turned over and got up, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet.
Guided by instinct, he moved to the floor-to-ceiling window, reached out to grasp the edge of the velvet curtain, and pulled it open to both sides.
Swoosh—
With the light noise of metal sliding, the early light of dawn impatiently rushed in.
At the horizon, the once deep night sky was being diluted, gradually turning navy blue.
The city of Cui City at the mountain's foot was still asleep, its high-rises silhouetted in the sparse lights, flickering between light and dark.
On the surface of Cuihai Lake, a layer of grayish-white mist slowly dispersed, rendering the distant shoreline hazy.
