C265 A Weak Light

"Ring ring, ring ring ring."

The morning sun of the Great Qing seemed to have just risen, emitting some weak light that was lazy and scattered. The fog in the morning had not dispersed yet, and the world looked hazy.

And when it was still so early in the morning, Jee Xuan's phone had been ringing in the room.

Jee Xuan had not woken up yet. Although she was not used to sleeping in