Shanghe Street Revival Plan

Mo Xie pulled open the tightly drawn curtains, but the brilliant sunlight he had imagined did not spill into the room.

Outside the window, it was still pitch-black, just like inside.

He turned on the light and stood in the room, bare-chested.

Seeing that dawn had yet to break, he nodded in satisfaction.

He washed up, changed into fresh clothes, and left the room.

When he reached the first-floor lobby and saw the front doors shut, he sighed softly.

If the doors are closed, how am I supposed to get out...?

Mo Xie turned and walked to a door on the other side, then knocked.

Before long, footsteps sounded behind it, followed by a sleepy voice.

"Grandma, why are you waking me up when it's still dark...?"

The door opened, revealing Ding Yumian in pink pajamas.

Her hair was slightly mussed, and her pajama top had slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth, pale skin. That was quite a shoulder to wake up to.

She rubbed her eyes and took a closer look. Only then did she recognize the person in front of her.

Huh... That doesn't look like Grandma. It looks like...

Mo... Mo Xie...

Ding Yumian stared at him blankly, still half asleep.

"Hey. Good morning."

Mo Xie smiled and raised a hand in greeting.

Ding Yumian froze, then came to her senses. With a shriek, she slammed the door shut.

Bang! The gust from the swinging door ruffled Mo Xie's hair.

His mouth twitched as he stared at the closed door, speechless.

A few seconds later, it opened a crack. Ding Yumian poked out her flushed face and looked at him shyly.

"Why... why are you... here...?"

Her voice was so soft he could barely hear it.

"The front doors are locked, so I came to ask you