Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the horizon from east to west, Ye Xunhuan woke up naturally, just as he always did, without the need for an alarm.
Waking up early had become a habit for Ye Xunhuan.
It was a habit he had formed during his days when he wielded power in Europe's underground world.
After all, the underworld was a dog-eat-dog place where the slightest negligence could result in a death without a place to be buried, so Ye Xunhuan had to keep every nerve in his body on edge.
Even though he had now returned to the bustling city life, no longer living on the knife's edge or dealing with the reaper, the habits he had formed over the years were not something that could simply be changed at will.
After getting dressed, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, then walked into the living room, where the sight of the simple breakfast and the steaming millet porridge on the table brought a faint smile to his lips.
