"Boom—"
When Fang Qing opened her eyes, outside was filled with thunder and lightning, wind and rain, raindrops hitting the glass as if desperately wanting to come inside.
Luckily, the window had been closed last night.
No, that's not right.
To be more precise, in the early hours of this morning.
This weather still requires me to be on time for work; it's really unfortunate. Not being woken up by the alarm clock truly feels like a great happiness.
Oh right.
What time is it?
The curtains were drawn at some point, and only the sound of wind and rain could be heard, with no visible scene outside.
It's undoubtedly very gloomy.
Fang Qing turned her head to the side, gazing at the space next to her.
Even though she slept late, staying up late is not like drinking; it doesn't lead to blackouts.
The space next to her is empty, along with the outer side of the bed, and the quilt has returned to its original position.
