C313 A Good Show

"Beep, beep, beep. . . "

The alarm clock rang again and again. In the dim bedroom, Wan Li sat up.

He fumbled around to grab the phone beside him and looked at the time. It was 8 o'clock.

Wanli looked at the time, threw the phone aside, and lay back on the bed.

He let his body sink into the soft blanket.

Wan Yan's flight ticket was booked at 12 o'clock in the afternoon