When Luo Chuan woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
Warm sunlight streamed through the window into the room. At that moment, the light seemed to have taken on a tangible form, while countless tiny specks of dust fluttered about like fireflies. A black-and-white bird landed on the windowsill and peered inside curiously.
Luo Chuan cracked his eyes open for a look, then closed them again. Reaching to the side, he found nothing but an empty bed.
He pulled the quilt, carrying a faint fragrance, over his head, and before long, the sound of even breathing resumed.
Clear birdsong drifted in from outside the window. The quilt on the bed shifted a few times before Luo Chuan finally sat up.
He stretched deeply, then scratched at his messy hair.
Staying up late was bad.
Its most obvious effect was being unable to get up in the morning.
As the saying went, sleeping late ruined the morning, while getting up early made one foolish all day. It seemed he would be unable to do anything this morning.
He took out his Magic Phone and checked the time.
Mm, just as expected, more than half the morning had already passed.
Luo Chuan casually tossed the Magic Phone aside, leaned back against the headboard, and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, letting his not-yet-fully-booted brain reactivate.
"I once borrowed the protagonist's name within a story to brandish words alone
I once borrowed an observer's tone outside the story to vent my obsession
..."
Yao Ziyan softly hummed the tune as she pushed open the door. The first thing she saw was Luo Chuan sitting at the bedside, contemplating life.
The sound of the door opening brought Luo Chuan's drifting thoughts back to reality, and he saw Yao Ziyan entering.
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