A year

In the morning, Zhang Zian opened his eyes.

A new day had arrived.

The window was open, only blocking the gauze window. The early morning bird chirping came from outside the window, and the sound of the broom sweeping the street.

The cool air poured in through the window, causing the curtains to dance, and the beautiful morning light was revealed through the gaps between the curtains.

He stretched his back. Although he had a whole night of strange dreams, he had recovered quite a bit.

This was almost the most beautiful time of the year. The temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, the humidity was neither too dry nor too damp, and sleeping with the windows open was the most comfortable.

The elves also got up one after another.

Apart from the day shortening and the night getting longer, there was almost no change in the daily routine. It was plain and busy.