The faint sound of birds singing in the empty mountains seeps in through the window.
A thin breeze mixed with a lingering fragrant mist blew down between his eyebrows. A hand that had become a little limp from sleep was raised, pressed against his brow and rubbed it hard, and Chase Rong turned over and stood up.
The room was simple and old, with no extra furnishings except for the table, chairs and bed. Just like the owner of the room, it was empty and cold.
However, no matter how cold a person is, there is still a little warmth in him.
Chase Rong reached out and touched the brand new clothes stacked on the bedside, which were still a little warm.
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