The thin blanket was not meant to be used as a cover, so it was not very wide. Draped over Ji Weiwei, it looked more like a shawl and could only cover her shoulders and back.
An Yang smiled, got up, and half reclined on the bed, leaning against the soft backrest behind him and exposing half of his strong chest.
With a wave of his hand, the curtains were pulled open with a rustle.
The light of early morning instantly filled the room. A golden-red sun hung above the edge of the city, while countless rays shooting through the distant reaches of space struggled to disperse the winter morning fog. It was not warm yet, but the light was still gentle.
An Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Today was another fine day!
The city had already awakened. Young men and women in sportswear jogged along the Prefecture City River, most of the girls sporting excellent figures. Elderly people exercised on the public fitness equipment, while couples held hands and carried grocery baskets as they strolled slowly along the river, seemingly enjoying a leisurely pace of life.
Yet the traffic congestion on the bridge still reminded people that this was a modern metropolis. Horns pierced the morning fog and carried far into the distance, reaching An Yang's ears through the window.
An Yang took a deep breath. The blanket carried a faint scent of Ji Weiwei, soft and warm to the nose.
After looking around the room for a while, he got out of bed as well.
When he lifted the blanket, the bloodstain, slightly smaller than a fingernail, stood out against the spotless pale-blue bedsheet patterned with little stars. There were also some faint mottled marks around it that were difficult to see with the naked eye, as though