The next day when Ming Jing woke up, the sky was gray, and there was a drizzle.
Everyone was immersed in their dreams, and all around, there was nothing but the sound of rain and the rustling of wind through the trees, quiet and peaceful.
After washing up and heading downstairs, one of the staff on duty looked up and was surprised to see Ming Jing: "Why... are you up so early? Why not get more sleep?"
Last night everyone partied until midnight, but Ming Jing went to bed early. Nobody dared to disturb her as she did the most work yesterday and must have been exhausted.
The staff member glanced at their watch: 5:05 am. It was way too early. Xiao Wenwen wouldn't get up unless she slept until 8 or 9 o'clock.
Ming Jing picked up an umbrella from the corner, opened it, and stepped into the rain. Her ethereal voice was wrapped in the misty rain and drifted into the listener's ears.
"I'm going for a walk."