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The following day, early morning.
In the old city district, the first light of dawn spilled through the hazy clouds onto the patchwork city, draping Anling in a golden veil.
The wind, at times, gently swept across the streets, kicking up dust, and at others, carried a cacophony of irregular sounds, much like an old cat snoring around the corner, seeping into Lin Chuan's narrow rented room.
Yesterday.
Lin Chuan had set up firewalls for the summit of Zijin, and then played games with Old Wang and the others, so he had gone to bed early.
This morning, it wasn't the wind or the early sunshine that woke Lin Chuan, but Youyou.
Ding dong ding dong.
9:00.
Youyou sent a message right on time.
"Darling~"
"Time to get up."
"Mmm—"
Lin Chuan stretched lazily, rubbed his bleary eyes, pressed his temples, and, after waking up, replied to Youyou, "Youyou, I'm here."
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Youyou asked with concern.
"Not yet."