The cobalt blue alarm clock rang, its monotonous metallic clattering making Chen Ting open her eyes instantly.
"Ring-ring—"
She saw the gray-blue striped ceiling above her, and felt the soft gray cotton quilt at her side.
The entire room was wrapped in a cold color tone, which did not invite any nostalgia. It made whoever lived here jump into study or work as soon as they woke up.
At least Chen Ting had been conditioned into such a reflex.
But today, after turning off the alarm clock, Chen Ting couldn't resist burying her head back into the pillow, her tousled shoulder-length hair spreading out beautifully like water ripples.
"No nightmares last night..." she muttered to herself.
She slept really well.
She turned over, stuck her nose into the pillow, and took a deep breath. The pillow, freshly sun-dried, transferred its warmth unreservedly into her body.
Very comfortable.
