The door swung open, and a cool breeze wrapped around Li Younan.
The room was small, yet it instilled a sense of inexplicable calm.
Walking to the window, outside was a flowing landscape: the lights of Yu Zhong Peninsula gradually lit up, reflected in the murky waters of the river, torn, stretched, then merged by the current.
The light wasn't glaringly bright, but gentle, with a warm yellow hue reminiscent of everyday life.
Watching them recede bit by bit, becoming smaller, Li Younan felt a strange tranquility in his heart — the hustle and bustle of the city remained, but he had detached himself, becoming a quiet observer.
The room lighting was dimmed.
Li Younan took a hot shower, the water washing away the last bit of leftover restlessness, changing into the softest pajamas, leaning against the bedhead, flipping through the thin itinerary.
