C451 The Young Author of My Family Is a Big Shot in Disguise 110

It was noon, and the sun outside the window was warm in the snow-surrounded city. The sunlight slanted into the room hit the glass, breaking the layer in half the water, turning the beam into two parallel lines.

Shen Chaosheng, who had fallen into a deep sleep, grabbed his blanket and groaned. Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped into the gray pillow