Another early morning.
The rooster crows, fog ascends, and a long line had started to form at the street corner's pancake shop owned by an old lady.
"It's another beautiful morning!"
Zhao Huai got up from the bed, yawned, and stretched lazily.
Then he glanced at the snow-white jade-like back next to him, accompanied by a faint sound of breathing.
He couldn't help but chuckle lightly, they must've had an intensive discussion late into the night, she must be so exhausted.
Zhao Huai got dressed, freshened up, opened the door of the pawnshop, flipped the sign to "Open for Business", bought breakfast at the street corner—two meat buns and one egg—and prepared one portion for the madam as well.
Then he left home.
There were quite a few things that needed to be done today.
First, he went to a medical hall at the neighboring east alley, before entering, he shouted:
"Brother Yan, I'm here to visit you!"