The sun rose and set as usual.
The faint light at seven in the morning slipped through the gaps in the curtains, casting a slender bright mark on the floor.
As the saying goes, there's no place like home.
But Cheng Ye had to admit, last night was the most comfortable sleep he'd had since he traveled here.
Unlike the complete peace of mind at Brother B's place, this time the comfort was purely physical.
July in Stone Province isn't exactly dry, especially when rain lingers in the vicinity, the air is always filled with a sticky and annoying sultriness.
But in this luxurious Inspector's ward, there was the rare commodity of air conditioning.
Once turned on, the room remained at a dry 26 degrees all night, banishing all the damp stuffiness.
Even more delightful was the newly changed bedding, light as if it were just a layer of gauze, yet able to provide the perfect sense of wrapping, warm but not heavy, so comfortable one almost didn't want to get up.
