Sunday, morning.
Just as the robust sunrise shattered the horizon, it climbed up the walls of a public rental building in the South District, peeking through the windowsill into the eastward-facing room on the sixth floor.
Inside, a black cat ran back and forth on the wooden floor, finally halting by the bathroom door.
It sat down elegantly and meowed cutely at the person inside,
"Meow~"
"I'll be right there, Miao."
Inside the bathroom, Yan Huan, who stood in front of the washbasin, had already changed into the outfit for the day's outing.
A relatively loose navy blue plaid shirt complemented the white undershirt perfectly, topped off with a pair of black cargo pants.
He put down the razor and splashed hot water onto his clean, distinct-jawline face.
Breathing out a warm breath, he picked up the hairdryer.
"Whew!"
His damp hair dried while shifting under the alternating cold and warm air of the strong styling setting, transforming into the preferred hairstyle.
