The temperature in Zhonghai had gradually cooled down after entering autumn. The autumn breeze swept away the heat, making Yang Chen, who had woken up early, think about staying under the blanket.
He chuckled inwardly at his own degradation. After returning to China for half a year, he never thought that the words "stay under the blanket" would appear in his mind. In the over twenty years of his life before this, he never imagined he would have such a day.
In the gentle morning sunlight that streamed through the window, he inhaled the dewy morning air. He rolled and turned in bed, able to smell the sweet aroma of breakfast prepared downstairs. How simple and pleasant this atmosphere was.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The door was knocked, and Wang Mama's familiar and warm voice came from outside. "Young Master, come down for breakfast. It wouldn't be good if Miss gets too anxious at the hospital."
