It was between five and six in the morning, and since it was the summer solstice, it was already dimly light outside.
Every time Xu Qingfan slept in a new place, he would naturally wake up particularly early the next day, no matter how late he had gone to bed the night before.
He thought it was because the hotel bed was too soft; his whole body sunk into it while sleeping. It was fine for a short rest, but sleeping all night like that made him feel especially tired.
When Xu Qingfan opened his eyes, the first thing he looked towards was the window. He had not drawn the curtains the night before, and the gentle white light filtered through the glass, bidding him good morning.
His brain was already fully awake, but since the air conditioner was set to 16 degrees, he did not really want to kick off the covers and get out of bed.