Saturday morning, 5:30 a.m.
Hui Province's summer, the sky is bright very early.
The sky starts to vaguely glimmer, looking like a wrung-out, damp pale blue canvas.
The sun had just awakened, not yet having had the chance to display its scorching form.
In Xue Yuantong's bedroom, the electric fan was gently rotating, blowing a slight breeze, already at the lowest setting.
The room housed Jiang Ning's Array, ensuring warmth in the winter and coolness in the summer, comfortably pleasant.
She was hugging her thin quilt, sleeping exceptionally sweet.
On usual weekends, if there were nothing special, Xue Yuantong would always sleep until after 9 a.m., and today, there just happened to be nothing special.
Last night before sleep, she went to bed happy, for when she would awaken, Jiang Ning would surely have prepared breakfast, and she could relish the meal after a night's rest.
Everything was going according to her plan.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was pushed open.
