Shame On You, it's daylight. And is grampa Lan coming?

As Sian woke up, he found the sun already high in the blue sky, casting its warm rays through the curtains. The wall clock, its cogs crawling slowly, indicated 2:45 PM.

A soft moan and he blinked away the remaining sleep, slowly rising to a sitting position. A spark of confusion clouded his face as if the world around him were still assembling. Fatigue etched on his face gave him a fragile charm, each furrow between his brows testifying to exhaustion. His keen amber eyes, once so bright and full of vitality, were now rimmed with a delicate redness, their beauty more poignant in this state. The golden colour glowed beneath a thin veneer of wetness, and wispy streaks of red indicated the passions churning just beneath the surface. At that moment, Sian's face carried a haunting mix of vulnerability and beauty, an enthralling one with an almost supernatural charm.