Zheng Tan threw off the thin quilt, got out of bed without putting on shoes, and stepped directly onto the dusty wooden floor, walking towards the French windows, kicking the obstructing clothes and trousers aside.
Walking on two legs felt slightly unfamiliar yet somehow natural.
He pulled back the curtains and opened the French windows.
A gust blew in his face, carrying the warmth of the sun.
Zheng Tan walked to the balcony, looked at the distant buildings, and took a deep breath.
"Ah—"
Shouting out loud like this brought a sense of exhilaration he hadn't felt in a very long time. Although his thoughts were not very clear, Zheng Tan felt that by yelling like this, his mood seemed to improve a lot.
After shouting, Zheng Tan habitually looked downwards at an angle.
