"Chang Le, wake up."
A voice came, accompanied by a gentle shaking. Chang Le opened her eyes in a daze to see the familiar ceiling, tinged with a faint yellow, with water stains lingering in the corner—probably the marks left by a leak from the upstairs apartment, though she had no idea why the landlord never bothered to repaint it.
It was a very familiar sight, yet it carried an unfamiliar sense of alienation.
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