The sky was just beginning to brighten.
The first beam of light pierced through the clouds, illuminating the giant LED screen at Sky Street Square, which displayed an advertisement poster for a mobile phone brand endorsed by Chi Yu.
Chi Yu got up very early. He initially planned to personally... cook, but realizing his cooking might not sit well with Gu Yuan's stomach first thing in the morning, he ordered a Cantonese breakfast instead.
The electronic alert at the door chimed.
The food delivery had arrived.
Chi Yu went to open the door.
He was bare-chested; the intense marks left from last night were glaringly obvious, but he seemed unfazed and didn't bother covering up, brazenly allowing others to see.
The property manager guy: "..." Back in Syria, he never sustained such heavy injuries!
Ah, youth is a wonderful thing.
