At the sight of the Portrait of a Beauty, Lu Yu suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness, and his eyes involuntarily shut tight.
Annoying noises filled his ears, as Lu Yu opened his eyes and reached for the mobile phone next to his pillow.
Turning on the screen, it displayed 7:45 AM sharply.
His head, still fuzzy, snapped to clarity, and he slowly realized he was late for work.
He sprang out of the warm bed, dressed at lightning speed, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then started running like the wind.
On the busy streets filled with vehicles and crowds, Lu Yu sped ahead, yet his heart was filled with doubts, feeling his life shouldn't be like this.
Luckily, the dorm where Lu Yu lived was close to the company. With a desperate run, he managed to arrive at the company on time.
