It was a fine sunny morning, unlike usual. The cloudy grey sky seemed like it was swiped away by wind, revealing the brightness of the sun. The air felt incomparably fresh. One could say that this kind of weather was hard to come by even in the last twenty so years.
Yu Jian slowly roused from his sleep.
His eyes didn't open yet, and his consciousness was still blurred. Just his hands that were automatically reached out in search for the warmth and tenderness that was usually laying beside him.
Empty.
The bed was already cold.
His eyes snapped open, only to squint from the glare of the light seeping through the window. The air was cold as it was winter soon, and he shivered.
