At half past six in the morning, just after dawn, Fang Liao woke up on time. There was no alarm clock. It was purely a habit developed over many years. He turned sideways and looked at Lin Wan, who was still sleeping soundly beside him. She had long eyelashes on her eyelids, fair skin, and a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. She looked like a little girl who had not grown up.
