Morning light pierced through the thin mist, casting dappled shadows on Jiang Shengyan's desk.
She opened her eyes. On the treetops of the parasol trees outside the window, a few sparrows were chirping noisily as they fought for territory. This morning was no different from any other, yet everything seemed completely renewed.
Jiang Shengyan stepped onto the wooden floorboards with bare feet, pushed open the window, and took a deep breath.
Chapter 95