C1973 The Journey Was Always Pleasant

The first light of dawn filtered through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow. Raindrops pattered against the glass silently, contributing to the tranquil stillness of the early morning.

Lo Chuan stirred awake in bed, reluctant to rise. Perhaps it was the late hour at which he had fallen asleep the night before, having been engrossed in writing his novel. Yes