If it hadn't been for the video chat with Tang Song before going to sleep last night, she would definitely have had another nightmare.
Qiuqiu got out of bed, walked to the bedroom window, and pulled open the curtains.
Outside the window was a thick grayish-white fog.
She couldn't see the buildings in the distance or the street on the ground, only a few halos of streetlights.
She let out a light breath and picked up her fully charged phone.
She checked the time; it was almost six thirty. He… should have finished his workout by now.
Qiuqiu took a photo of the view outside the window and sent it to Tang Song.
Her fingertips hovered over the input box for a long time before she cautiously typed a line: "Good morning, the fog is really heavy today, I'm wondering what would be good for breakfast."
This was a little habit between them; they usually started their conversations with breakfast.
However, this time, Tang Song didn't reply quickly like he usually did.
