The red sun slowly emerged, a sliver at first, and then gradually began its descent.
A rooster's crow broke the dawn.
"HMM."
Li Zijun gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, murmured softly, placed her small hand over her mouth, yawned, and opened her eyes.
The climate on the north bank of the Cang River was different from that in Jiangnan. Even as late spring approached, the nights remained slightly cool.
She meticulously straightened her garment and furrowed her brow for a moment. Her clothes, unwashed for several days, felt somewhat uncomfortable to wear, though they were not dirty or messy.
She parted the tent curtains and, taking small steps, stepped out.
The light rain that had fallen throughout the night washed the surroundings with tranquility and quiet charm. Bursts of fresh bamboo scent rushed to greet her.
