Summer was in full swing, and the warm sunshine dazzled the eyes, inviting sleep.
PEEP, PEEP PEEP...
A few summer birds perched atop the willow branches, necks outstretched in a noisy clamor, awaiting their mother's feeding.
Li Zijun rubbed her eyes, got up silently, and stared at the long, slanted shadow on the wall without a word.
After dressing meticulously, she blinked and sat by the window for a while. When her Master still hadn't summoned her to leave, she tilted her head, wondering:
It's so late, and Master still hasn't risen?
Waking Master should be my responsibility as his disciple.
After reflecting for a moment, Li Zijun changed the water in a basin in her room, wiped the droplets from her forehead, and carried it toward Su Bei's room.
Daylight had fully broken, and guests at the post station were coming and going. After confirming several times that this was indeed her Master's doorway, Li Zijun stood with the basin in one hand and then gently knocked.
