September 5th, the sun was shining brightly.
In the ninety-five square meter bedroom of Imperial Mansion No. 8.
At seven in the morning, Chu Mo opened his eyes to the sound of subtle movements, and the first thing he saw was not the familiar floor-to-ceiling windows, but a huge dressing table, in front of which sat a woman with exquisite features, earnestly applying makeup.
"Mr. Chu, I woke you up."
The woman with the delicate features turned her head, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a deep purple silk dress, which seemed to give off a faint glow in the light pouring in from the window outside because of her contact lenses.
Chu Mo, who had stretched and yawned, shook his head with a smile. He had tossed and turned until late last night, yet now he was surprisingly alert. After lightly getting up, he grabbed his phone from the bedside to check the time, saying casually,
"I mostly wake up around this time, it's a habit."
