Shi Nuan lay in Song Yansheng's arms, nestled there until seven o'clock, and she looked outside through the curtains.
The sun was shining brightly, as if last night's thunderstorm was just a dream.
The weather had cleared up.
But Song Yansheng showed no signs of waking up.
It seemed he was really exhausted last night.
But Shi Nuan was awake.
So she began to carefully try to slip away from Song Yansheng's embrace.
She tried her best not to wake him up; it was the weekend, and she wanted him to have a good rest.
When Song Yansheng wasn't sleeping so deeply, Shi Nuan successfully escaped the bed while he was still asleep.
Shi Nuan felt a small sense of achievement and prepared to quietly head to the bathroom to wash up when, all of a sudden, the phone on the nightstand lit up.
It was Song Yansheng's phone.
Shi Nuan knew it was probably a text message, part of Song Yansheng's privacy, and she shouldn't look at it.
