Just as I stepped out of the alley, I bumped into Qianqian and another girl. They were dressed as usual, holding umbrellas.
They were huddled together, not sure what they were looking at.
Jiang Nian approached and realized it was moss.
Grey cement ground, with a ring of moss growing along the red brick wall at ground level—it looked quite pleasant.
"Morning."
Song Xiyun instinctively turned around and seemed a bit embarrassed to see him.
"Morning."
Qianqian turned her head, glanced at him, and asked with some confusion.
"You got up this late?"
Jiang Nian had a habit of getting up early for self-competition, and this was one of the few times the three could meet in the morning.
"What time did you go to bed yesterday?"
Qianqian shrugged it off, "Ten thirty. It's all your fault for being so chatty. I fell asleep as soon as I got back to my room."
Song Xiyun said, "Pretty much the same for me, around ten forty. We talked too long and got tired."
Jiang Nian: "???"
