The sunlight stirred Jiang Qi. His eyes fluttered open unhurriedly. For a few seconds he remained still while staring up at the plain white ceiling. His gaze did not move, and it was as if he had forgotten for a moment where he was. Slowly, his eyes travelled across the room, and on the wall right in front, there was a round clock. The clock showed it was a quarter to seven.
Jiang Qi stared blankly at it his thoughts silent, as though he was trying to piece something together. His lips pressed faintly and when something clicked in his mind, his head turned slowly to the other side of the bed. His movements were careful, not too fast, and his eyes searched with quiet expectation. But he did not see the person he thought he would find there.
