Knocking persistently.
Ji Anning had no choice but to throw off the covers, get out of bed, rub her bleary eyes clad in pajamas, and drag her sluggish steps to open the door.
"Good morning, here's the breakfast you ordered."
A woman dressed in a breakfast shop's uniform handed her a white plastic bag.
"Me?" Ji Anning suddenly woke up, and although the sleepiness vanished, she was completely baffled.
When had she ordered breakfast?
Looking confused, she pointed at herself and asked the delivery lady uncertainly, "Are you sure it's for me? You didn't deliver to the wrong room?"
She had been dreaming just moments before, hadn't she?
Hearing this, the delivery lady also looked unsure as she glanced at the room number on Ji Anning's door, "302 is correct, and you are Miss Ji, aren't you?"
Ji Anning nodded, "Yes, that's me."
"Then it's right. This is the breakfast you ordered. Please sign for it."