Time flies.
In this busy life, a month has passed in a blink of an eye.
October 14th, morning.
"..."
In the bedroom, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, the dark golden flames in them still quietly burning, as if they would never extinguish.
Lin Guang slowly got up, gently covering his forehead, a light dizziness and discomfort still lingering in his mind.
He muttered to himself, "What time is it?"
"Nine thirty-six."
A familiar cold voice reached his ears.
Upon hearing the words, Lin Guang gently exhaled and came back to his senses, looking around.
To open the window for ventilation, the curtains had been pulled back, and the bright sunlight outside had already poured in, but there was a patch of shade covering the area where his pillow was, seemingly meant to block the morning sunlight from hitting his eyes and affecting his sleep quality.
This shade came from the graceful figure standing by his bedside.
