Anling City, Linjiang Mansion.
The night sky shed its deep blue, a faint fish belly white emerging on the horizon, and shortly after, a streak of orange-red glimmered with dawn.
The morning mist in August and September was thicker than usual, distant mountains looming in and out of visibility, the babbling of the riverbank blending with the sounds of passing cars, and occasionally a boat horn would drift high into the sky.
"Mmm—"
Lin Chuan woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes, and the Little Landlady was no longer at his bedside, having already gotten up.
He fumbled for his phone on the bedside table.
He checked the time, it was nearly ten o'clock.
The icon for QQ lit up, with messages from the editor Youyou, sent since eight o'clock, several in a row.
[You didn't get hurt, did you?]
[I saw the news, are you okay?]
[I guess you're still sleeping.]
[...]
Lin Chuan smiled and quickly replied, "I'm fine, just woke up."