The break of dawn cast a warm light on the ceiling-length glass window, reflecting an orange glow.
The ring of a cell phone disturbed the silence of the room, its cheerful piano melody echoing around.
A fair hand reached out from under the covers, feeling around the bedside table. Half-asleep, Jian Qing grabbed her cell phone and glanced at the screen. It was a call from Quan Jingwu.
She remembered what he had said the night before.
He had said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow!"
Was he really coming to pick her up?
Thinking of this, Jian Qing quickly answered the phone, "Xiaojing?"
The soft, sleepy voice of the woman on the phone seemed like a feather brushing across his heart, making Quan Jingwu's fingers tapping on the steering wheel pause for a moment.
"Mm, haven't woken up yet?"
Jian Qing was about to nod when she glimpsed the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock, which immediately woke her up. "I'm awake now."
