Men are generally enamored with women like Ji Lanyi, fierce and brightly charming, while traditional Huaxia women like Aunt Die are always just another option for them.
Unfortunately, Uncle Qin was a devoted man, loving once and for all time, Aunt Die couldn't even be considered as a spare tire.
The room was tidy, with a pale blue bedspread with a small floral print that felt warm and clean. In front of the bright bay window, a purple wind chime hung, tinkling delicately in the breeze, sounding as enchanting as music from heaven.
Yun Ya collapsed on the bed all at once and closed her eyes, sleeping soundly into oblivion.
By the time she woke up again, it was already the next morning, roused by the chirping of birds outside the window. She opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, 6:30 AM.
Even though jet lag was uncomfortable, her biological clock still had her waking up on time.
