Compared to the scorching summer sun, the sun in late autumn seemed much more gentle. Just like humans growing older, becoming more experienced, their temper naturally calms down.
Zheng Qing closed his eyes, tucked in his blanket.
Tonight, the wind outside the window seemed extraordinarily noisy. It whistled through the trees causing the branches to make a noise, and it slapped leaves against the glass creating a sense that a rainstorm was raging outside.
The young wizard curled up tighter, burrowing deeper into his blanket.
No matter the wind or the rain, it is an excellent time for sleeping.
Moreover, today was Saturday.
Of all the great things in the world, sleep is the greatest.
Zheng Qing smacked his lips, seemingly still tasting the strange flavour of the potion he drank last night. Perhaps it was because of warmth, his thoughts were a little sluggish.
