C1410 Absurd 115

At 7 o'clock sharp, Yan Xiunian's cell phone alarm rang.

The winter morning was still gray. There were no lights in the room, and the gray color of the floor spread out in the bedroom.

Dark shadows covered the back of the desk and sofa. The cell phone with white light on it vibrated on the desk.

On the floor beside the desk was a mass of flickering silhouettes, two indistinct silhouettes