The early morning sunlight streamed through the window, bathing Qian Cangyi's face. After a good night's sleep, he felt refreshed. He removed his eye mask and began a new day.
As he rinsed his mouth, his mind incessantly replayed the piano pieces he had practiced hard the night before, from "To Alice" to "Flight of the Bumblebee," with the notes and keys dancing in his mind along with the music.
Have I changed a lot?
Qian Cangyi studied his face in the mirror and indeed found significant differences from long ago. Compared to his previously somewhat decadent air, he now looked more distinguished—not the nauseating arrogance of a successful person, but rather a vigorous and upward-looking youthfulness.
Once everything was in order, he entered the Main World.
Panfeng Village remained as it had always been, with no noteworthy changes. The houses were dilapidated, and weeds overgrown; a closer look would even reveal insects crawling on the leaves.