The morning sunlight sprinkled over the desk, and that hint of bookish fragrance slowly filled the room.
Actually, Ji Yun had a bit of PTSD from this sensation.
He would suddenly open his eyes, then first take a look at the ceiling, followed by a glance at the corners of the room.
If the ceiling was the light of a hospital, and the corner housed a classroom reading nook, Ji Yun would feel drained in an instant.
Fortunately, the ceiling was made of old solid wood.
The corner held his own sports cabinet, filled with all kinds of gear.
The familiar morning broadcast drifted in, mentioning the weather and then telling an old story from Lan City.
Only then did Ji Yun stretch out in a big yawn.
Being able to see tomorrow's sun felt really good.
No dreams, waking up with the dawn, no aches or fatigue, another day full of vigor, ah!
When Ji Yun got up, he found that Ji Heshan had disappeared again.
