December 10 at 4 a.m.
Anling was a southern city. At this early stage of winter, the night sky still maintained a deep blue-purple color at this hour. The wind was a bit restless but lacked the howling ferocity that bit into one's ears like the northern winds.
The streets, city districts, and the river surface, all appeared quiet and blurred in the shallow night. Occasionally, one or two cars returning home at night would pass by lightly, the sound of tires frictioning against the damp road surface reaching Lin Chuan's ears.
A soft melody began to play at the bedside, 'Annie's Wonderland.'
This was the alarm Lin Chuan had set.
The moment the alarm sounded, Lin Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, instantly wide awake. He turned off the alarm as quickly as possible to avoid waking Xinxin, who slept soundly next to him.
At this time, the body was in a critical phase of rest.
But Xinxin was very sensitive.
