After a night of a preciously lovely indulgence of the two souls, the next morning the halo of the horizon arrives with golden grace. Golden rays of the morntide come as invitations to the day. As the first rays of sunlight lit up his room, the dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in the atmosphere. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of early morning sunlight that slanted through the window into the wooden planked dorm of Xuan Wu.
This morning was unlike any others for Yue. For an eternity she had woken up to the irksome ringing of her alarm, or at times before it going off out of habit. She was accustomed to waking up at an early time in the dawn but today wasn't akin to the past morning schedules.
