The next morning, sunlight gently diffused through the light mist, enveloping the ancient town.
The air was as fresh as if it had been washed, without a trace of impurity.
Li Jing stood by the window, taking a deep breath, feeling instantly refreshed and revitalized. He couldn't help but admit that the atmosphere and environment of the ancient town were more comfortable and satisfying than the big city.
He glanced back at Zhang Xinxin's tightly closed bedroom door. Presumably too tired from yesterday, there was no sign of her waking up yet.
Li Jing didn't disturb her sweet dreams. After eating the breakfast delivered to his homestay, he changed clothes and went downstairs alone.
The morning in the ancient town was like a serene and elegant painting, with thin mist draping over the blue tiles and white walls like gauze.
The gray stone pavement still had the dew from early morning, sparkling under the first rays of sunlight.
