Time flows like water, fleeting in the blink of an eye, and it is already the next day.
When the sky turned a hint of pale white, Lu Tianxing, as usual, woke up without the need for an alarm. His biological clock prompted him to awaken right on time.
Bai Zhiqing, on the other hand, was resting her head on Lu Tianxing's arm, sleeping sweetly with a faint smile on her lips, as if she was having some kind of sweet dream.
Lu Tianxing was afraid to wake Bai Zhiqing, so he carefully extracted his arm from under Bai Zhiqing's head, sat up in bed, leaned against it, and gazed at the wall ahead in contemplation, pondering all the things he would face after going to Beijing.
Through the news he received from Mandala last night, and the information from his phone call with Angel after Bai Zhiqing fell asleep, Lu Tianxing could almost fully confirm that his upcoming trip to Beijing would be anything but peaceful.
