Zhu Zixuan was awakened by an indescribable feeling of relief.
There are no piercing alarms, no life-threatening WeChat messages from the project manager, and no fear of Monday morning meetings that seems to be engraved in our DNA. There is only the brocade quilt that feels as soft as clouds under the body, the faint sandalwood scent lingering on the tip of the nose, and the warm sunshine pouring in through the carved wooden windows. He stretched out comfortably, feeling a long-lost sense of comfort in his bones.
