The next morning, as the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, a well-rested Zheng Fan slowly opened his eyes.
He reached out, fumbled on the bedside table, found the string he was looking for, and gave it a tug.
DINGALING...
Outside, a clear bell chimed, like a playful sprite greeting the morning. All things were rejuvenated at this moment, brimming with life under the morning glow.
CREAK...
The bedroom door was pushed open, and three young women stepped in.
One carried a basin with a towel draped over its side.
Another held a tray laden with breakfast.
The last one carried the clothes their master would wear today.
Zheng Fan got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Under the meticulous care of the three young women, Zheng Fan dressed and finished his breakfast. As he reached the doorway, he looked up, his face tilted at a forty-five-degree angle to the morning sun.
He exhaled softly, his heart filled with emotion. This damn old society, burdening me with so much.
