That night, the tapping of the keyboard didn't stop until 3 a.m.
At six-thirty in the morning, the waves outside the window chased each other one after another, playfully teasing and colliding, bringing wave after wave of sound, coming and going, back and forth, as if they would never cease.
It was the sound of the waves that woke Li Shi.
He lay in bed, stretching and standing up, feeling that aside from lacking someone beside him on the pillow, living like this—a sleep filled with the sound of waves followed by waking up to the same—was rather nice. Staying like this for a while was quite comfortable.
After washing up, Li Shi went straight to his desk.
Usually, he would make a pot of tea and then start his morning routine, which included half an hour of calligraphy practice.
However, when staying in a hotel, he hardly ever used the hotel's cups, so he skipped making tea.
