The brilliant sunlight was like flowing gold, meandering slowly through the carriage like a stream; the sleeping young boy lay on an impromptu "bed" fashioned from seats and blankets, the light continuing its journey over his trembling eyelids.
As a model student who had persisted in studying early every day during his lengthy high school years, Xu Xiangyang, though he had yet to open his eyes to see the world, realized instinctively, given the brightness around, that it was definitely not morning.
So hot...
That was his first thought upon waking.
Finally, the lingering drowsiness in his body could no longer mask the stifling heat of being drenched in sweat, and Xu Xiangyang fiercely opened his eyes, propping himself up only to find that the position of his head had turned a complete one hundred and eighty degrees from where he had gone to sleep.
