At dawn, as the first rooster crow heralded the start of a beautiful day, Zhou Li slowly opened her eyes on the soft bed.
Skin so delicate it could break at a touch, gentle and clear eyes, and a face both exquisite and tender. The girl kneeled by Zhou Li's window, her breath as gentle as an orchid, her spirited and charming voice ringing in Zhou Li's ears.
"Time to get up, I need to fold the quilt."
Staring with dead-fish eyes at the girl in front of her who had taken it upon herself to do all the household chores with the self-awareness of a freeloader, Zhou Li took a deep breath and then extended her hand to gently stroke Tang Wan's little head.
"Tang Wan," Zhou Li said.
She burst up, turned around, and performed a spinning slam dunk.
Looking at Tang Wan, who Zhou Li had pinned down by the head on the bed so she couldn't move, Zhou Li sighed and said sorrowfully,
