In the distance, the morning sun rose higher and higher, the sunlight seeped through the slits of the wooden balcony railings, falling on Lanci, casting a long shadow on him.
A comfortable rattan chair was placed on the balcony, with a half-read book on the glass tea table next to it. A breeze, full of floral scents drifted by, caressing Lanci's cheeks, as if trying to blow away his drowsiness.
"Lanci, it's time to go to the card-making exam, stop lingering on your animal friends."
The great love poet, holding a watering can, glanced at the clock indoors, then looked at Lanci who was leisurely feeding the birds sitting next to her, she couldn't help but give him a couple of kicks on his back.
"I know, it's still early, we won't be late."
Lanci, with sleepy eyes, rubbed his eyes.
Although he often brings out the Great Love Poet, and has gotten closer to her, her attitude towards him is becoming increasingly casual.
