Before dawn at the West River Wharf, the lights were as bright as during the day.
However, it was very quiet at dawn, not as bustling as during the day or at night. Most people were inside the boats, and though sporadic sounds of string and woodwind music could be heard faintly from the cabins and painted boats, hardly a few people were to be seen.
Wang Liu had already arranged the boats and was waiting at the West River Wharf with several others, yawning from fatigue, when he heard the noise of horses and carriages and turned his head to look, immediately leaping to his feet.
Ling Hua got off the carriage and shook Yan Qing awake, "Brother, it's time to board the ship."
Yan Qing opened his eyes, looking rather aggrieved, "Usually you sleep in the carriage, and when we arrive, I carry you off."
