At 6:00 a.m., the sky was barely brightening. The morning sun had climbed halfway up, revealing a round, red face, while the dawn clouds blanketed the sky like a raging fire, as if igniting the white wisps above.
The young girl lying on the bed felt her eyelashes flutter gently as she slowly opened her clear, bright eyes. She stretched out in a long, languid motion, then rolled over, her fair, smooth legs wrapped tightly around her quilt. She clutched her pillow in both arms, nuzzling her delicate, smooth cheek against it. Although Yezi had washed and sunned this pillow after starting university, it was, after all, the pillow she had always slept on. In the girl’s mind, the Senior’s pillow still held a special scent.
She sat up on the bed, hugging the pillow, her eyes half-closed in a daze, as if she might fall back asleep at any moment. She shook her head firmly, her shoulder-length hair swaying gently. She reached out her small, fair, and delicate feet, sliding them into pink slippers like ice cream scoops fitting into pink cones.
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