The rain had fallen all night.
When Zhou Li woke up, a soft, thin blanket was draped over him. The wooden bed was somewhat hard, making him realize right away this wasn't home, but strangely, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
Turning his head, he saw Huai Xu sitting by the window, lost in thought as he gazed outside.
Perhaps hearing Zhou Li stir, Huai Xu turned his head. "You woke up quite late today."
"Did I?" Zhou Li murmured.
He checked his phone. It was actually eight o'clock. It really was late.
His daily routine was still similar to his high school days; for the past few days at home, he had been waking up at six.
I must've slept too well last night.
Thinking back now, he had indeed slept deeply, waking up feeling fully rejuvenated—a sensation one could probably appreciate only after truly experiencing it.
It seemed the pattering rain and the urban noise belonged to two different worlds, both conducive to sleep.
