The noise in the yard in the early morning woke Shaman from her sleep. She opened the window. The sun had not yet risen, and the fresh and cool morning breeze rushed in, blowing her black hair.
The woman on the steps was humming a tune while washing clothes. From the side angle, Shaman couldn't see her expression clearly.
But judging from her brisk movements, she seemed to be in a good mood.
There was a slight knock on the door, and another woman came out of the room. She stretched lazily towards the morning light, her soft body wrapped in a light robe, her hair loose and not combed, showing a hint of laziness.
Mia Jiang raised her head and Lily Changsheng tapped her forehead lightly. She stretched out her hand and flicked her fingers in dissatisfaction, and tiny drops of water with a slight coolness burst onto Lily Changsheng's face.
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