At dawn, the gentle golden sunlight beamed into the room, casting a golden glow around. It brightened the floor and the birds outside the window were chattering ceaselessly on the branches.
When the wind blew, the leaves on the tall trees rustled, and it blew in through the half-open window, making the white curtain sway with the breeze.
A palm-sized white note was lying silently on the conspicuous coffee-table in the room. With the wind, the note slightly quivered.
"Hmm!"
The light breeze, mingled with the salty taste of seawater and the fresh scent of flowers and trees, flowed straight into her chest. Ling Fei, lying curled up under a thin blanket on the bed, couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the bright morning light from the window for a moment. Another gust of wind blew, and the white curtain danced even more joyously.