Early the next morning, as the sky was just getting light, the north wind howled with cold. Under the warm covers, Shu Ci was in a sound sleep.
Then, a series of knocks came from outside the door.
Baili An was sitting in front of the wall, meditating. He opened his eyes and glanced at the sky outside the window.
It was still so early, and there were barely any pedestrians on the road. Who would choose to visit at the crack of dawn?
If not to disturb someone's dream on purpose, there must be an urgent matter.
The knocking was not noisy, appearing very polite and rhythmic, yet it continued persistently without pause.
As expected, the sweetly asleep Shu Ci on the bed was awakened by it.
Animals have a keen sense of hearing, and Shu Ci, with tousled hair, looked indifferent: "Who is it, so early in the morning, interrupting my sweet dreams? Are they tired of living?"
Baili An got up to open the door, only to see a familiar face.
