Sunlight passed through the spotless glass window, casting bright and warm patches of light on the corner of the desk.
In the air, fine dust danced joyfully in the beam of light.
Finally, it quietly settled on Fang Cheng's focused profile, coating his chiseled, handsome features with a soft golden hue.
The bedroom was silent.
Only the rhythmic "swoosh" of the pen gliding across paper echoed.
Clear, and reassuring.
On Fang Cheng's desk, various books and materials were piled up like a mountain.
"Explanation of the Civil Code," "General Theory of Criminal Law," "Analysis of One Hundred Crime Psychology Cases"...
These heavy professional tomes almost buried him entirely.
Knock, knock.
A gentle knocking broke the tranquility of the room.
"Ah Cheng."
Li Biyun's voice was hushed, as if afraid of disturbing her son's concentration:
"Mom made you a bowl of gastrodia braised pig brain soup, drink it while it's hot, don't wait until it gets cold."
