Early morning, sunlight, birdsong.
Jing City University, The Cabin by the lakeside lawn.
Late October morning light shone through the gauzy curtains, illuminating The Cabin's spotless white floor and laying down a hazy wash of color.
The television on the wall, the exquisite coffee table holding a PS4, the floor cushions, the desk tucked into the corner, and the luxurious executive chair.
Beyond the balcony door, there was a small square table on an expensive rug, a water dispenser topped with a somewhat creepy doll, and fashionable shelving filled with various objects and treasured photographs.
The glass sliding door, the single bed facing the kitchen counter by the entrance, and the bedside table that posed a considerable threat to Xiao Huo's toes.
The alarm that was about to ring was gently switched off at 5:59.
Getting up, stretching, rolling his shoulders, his bare feet crossed the carpet and floor. Reaching the balcony, he grabbed the curtains and pulled them open along with the balcony door.
Fang Ran took a deep breath of the fresh air blowing in from the lake. In the crisp, bright morning light that was neither harsh nor hot,
he greeted the world good morning.
After recovering the biological clock he had not felt in a long time following that night on the hotel rooftop in Paris, he wondered whether he still had the energy to pack his daily schedule as full as that child's.
Uh... was this the first time I had seen Beijing's six o'clock sun?
As a firm believer that sleeping in ruined the morning, getting up early ruined the whole day, an alarm clock killer, a genius at sleeping in, a champion of going back to sleep, and an advocate of waking naturally,
Fang Ran silently felt ashamed for a second when he