The next day, early in the morning.
The first ray of sunlight emerged from the horizon, and the deep blue sky was tinged with a hint of purple, which quickly spread into a brilliant display of orange and red. A thin mist, like a veil, intertwined with light and shadow amongst the mountains, adding a touch of haziness and dreaminess.
Lin Chuan was full of vigor, having changed into his clothes, and pulled open the curtains.
His face basked in the morning light, and before him, the riverbed of the Anling River unfolded like a jade belt of wintery chill and faint mist.
In his ears, the occasional sound of a car horn could be heard.
The Little Landlady, just like any other day, wore a professional outfit suitable for a working woman, a light grey long skirt outlining her graceful figure, her face delicately made up to a stunningly beautiful effect, with a down jacket worn over to keep out the cold.
Lin Chuan was also wearing a down jacket of the same style.