Luo Chuan's request to the system ultimately went unmet.
When it came to new products, the system adhered strictly to its principles.
After realizing this, Luo Chuan could only give up.
At the same time, he felt a little helpless. If he wanted to play a game, he had to make it himself. It felt rather strange.
Well, though it seemed like a good thing too. At least he had something to do for the time being.
After playing a few rounds of Dou Dizhu, he drifted off without even knowing when he had fallen asleep.
The next day, early morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
Luo Chuan opened his eyes.
He stared at the ceiling for nearly a minute before letting out a huge yawn.
Rubbing his eyes, he got dressed and climbed out of bed.
His sleep quality was quite good. In that short while, he had become completely alert.
Scratching his somewhat messy hair, Luo Chuan came to the window.
The moment he opened it, the icy morning air rushed straight at him.
It carried fine water mist as well, pattering against his face and neck and making his whole body shudder.
Luo Chuan discovered with some surprise that the torrential rain that had persisted for so long had now turned into a continuous drizzle.
The rain was no longer loud and boisterous. Only by listening carefully could one notice the soft, gentle sound of the fine rain.
It sounded far better than before.
But it was far too cold.
Luo Chuan breathed out, and wisps of white mist rose before him.
It was better to stay in the shop, where it was warm and comfortable. He had no desire whatsoever to go outside.
"Good morning, Boss," Yao Ziyan greeted him.
"Good morning," Luo Chuan