Lun Chuan had a deeply restful nap.
The soft cotton bedding seemed to have been washed many times, now wrapping him up like a cocoon. The house was quiet, without the sound of cars passing by, neighbors arguing, or babies crying...
All that was present was the sound of rustling rain outside the window, mixed with the wind, gently falling onto the dry leaves.
He had a rare and sweet sleep.
The room was pitch dark, and Lun Chuan vaguely remembered Song Tan helping to pull the curtains when he lay down. Now, turning on the bedside lamp and taking out his phone, he realized—
It was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Thinking for a moment, he sent a message to Song Tan—
[Awake now.]
A moment later, there was a soft knock on the door, and the doorknob turned. Song Tan's happy face appeared: "Did you sleep well?"
