Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, warm wind is blowing. Chu zhaoyue wakes up in a sound.

it's not the clear birdsong, not the busy Hawking, not the familiar alarm clock, but the dull sound like the thunder in the cloudy day.

"goo, goo Goo... "

sitting up from the bed, Chu zhaoyue blinked his eyes and looked out of the window. It was sunny. It didn't look like it was going to rain?

I listened carefully and strangely. How could the voice seem to come from the foot of her bed?

when I looked at it, I was suddenly shocked by it. A big man was lying at...