The day was just beginning to dawn when Yan Han was woken up by the heat.
The early summer weather meant it wasn't necessary to turn on the air conditioner, but not doing so made it somewhat stifling.
Yan Han sat up groggily, like a duck sitting and staring blankly for a few seconds, preparing to turn on the electric fan.
She carefully crawled over from the bed and then ran right into the fan that was lurking at the foot of the bed.
A soft "ouch—" sounded in the bedroom at dawn, as Yan Han clutched her forehead, now fully awake.
Outside the window, a bird chirped twice in sympathy.
Yan Han rubbed her forehead a couple of times and then reached out to pat the electric fan.
The first pat missed, but the second hit the fan cover, making a crisp sound.
Whether the fan was hurt or not was unknown, but it did make her hand a little sore.
Yan Han puffed her cheeks and shook her hand, then cautiously stretched out her toes and gently kicked the fan.
