A beautiful day began with sleeping until he woke naturally.
Luo Chuan sat up and stretched deeply, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. He had dreamed some bizarre dreams last night—dwarves, taverns, hearthstones, and even legendary elves.
He shook his head, and the lingering daze from just waking quickly faded away.
The daylight was bright, morning rays quietly spilling across the floor like clear, translucent egg white. Countless tiny motes of dust danced up and down in that path forged from light. It seemed to be called the "Tyndall effect."
Luo Chuan left his room to find Yao Ziyan preparing breakfast. He had originally planned to go help, but Yao Ziyan quickly chased him out of the kitchen because she found him a nuisance.
It seemed this girl was becoming more and more accustomed to her identity as a cook and housekeeper. As for her original role as a shop assistant, it now seemed utterly insignificant.
Forget it. As long as Yao Ziyan was happy.
Luo Chuan soon cast that trivial little matter to the back of his mind. He ambled downstairs and saw Little Black Ball watering the World Tree, limbs formed from shadows twisting open the bottle cap as water gurgled out.
The scene before him somehow felt a little strange...
Well, it did not matter. The faint oddness in Luo Chuan's heart was quickly replaced by the gratification of an old father. His pet had grown up too.
Little Black Ball seemed to notice a certain boss's gaze and read many things from his eyes. It set down the Cola bottle in its hand, returned to its round form, and turned into an afterimage as it shot toward Luo Chuan's face.
Whoosh!
Accompanied by a streak of black light and the shrill sound of air being torn