Early morning.

A ray of morning sun shone through the window, gently falling on the boy's face. Lin Qiye's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes...

He saw the ray of sunlight outside the window, first stunned, then sat up from the bed, and looked at Baili Pangpang, who was still sleeping on the bed like a dead pig, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"It's already five thirty..." Lin Qiye glanced at the time, the look of doubt in his eyes deepened.