C65 Swampcoast

The next day, a sliver of sunlight filtered into the guest room, casting a dance of light and shadow as the leaves outside rustled in the wind. Liu Feng, slightly discomforted by the flickering brightness, shielded his eyes with a hand, yearning for a few more moments of sleep.

"It's time to get up, Feng," a voice, both gentle and melodious, called out.

"Mmm, just a bit longer