"Ding-ling-ling!"
A slender forefinger swiped across the phone screen, and Zijun who would typically linger in bed out of habit, instantly opened her eyes and sat up.
Her tousled long hair and her slightly wilted, just-woke-up face contrasted with her bright eyes, her consciousness awakening a step ahead of her physical state.
Throwing off the cool blanket, she didn't even change out of her pajamas but simply donned a coat, wrapping it around herself as she hurried to the door and quickly walked to the entrance of the hallway.
Then, reaching out to a spot that was a must-pass on the way upstairs, she touched a nearly invisible silk thread, which broke with a slight tug.
"Whew!"
