Zhao Lifei woke up to an empty bed, her drowsy eyes scanned the area for her heater. He was gone and replaced by a large body-pillow. She sat up, puzzled at where Yang Feng could've went. It was a Sunday. Did he have to go off to work this early?
Rubbing her eyes, she wasn't aware of the door opening and closing with a soft click.
"Good morning, sweet child." A gentle, yet oddly familiar voice greeted her.
"Hm...good morning." Half awake and half asleep, she collapsed back onto the bed, but in less than a minute later, shot out of it. Her eyes were on high-alert and she skeptically stared at the woman in front of her.
W-wasn't this the vegetable stall granny?! Zhao Lifei had to do a double-take and rub her eyes again. That's strange. This woman had fewer wrinkles…? Or was it the makeup doing wonders to her skin? Perhaps her original features were also make-up. Zhao Lifei couldn't tell.
