Why are the corners of my eyes filled with tears, because my yawn is so deep.
At five in the afternoon, when Zheng Qing was awoken by a pre-set alarm, he squinted his eyes and involuntarily yawned again, this sentence inexplicably popped up in his mind.
Struggling for a while, he finally summoned the courage to leave the comfort of his blanket.
Blanket, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to, but I can't help it.
But life is always cruel like this.
Zheng Qing crawled out of his six-pillar bed, staggered to his desk, poured a cup of water from the tumbler, chugged it down in one breath, and finally regained his spirits.
He turned his head to look at the balcony.
Outside the window, the sun tilted to the west, painting the clouds hanging in the distance a crystal-clear glow. The warm orange light coming through the transparent glass, fell on the desk, giving off a very warm feel.
