Mid-May, 1665.
The drought season on the island remained scorching hot.
Near the factory, the original trees had all been cut down, leaving only a few slender saplings planted and wilting in the sunlight, their leaves drooping listlessly around the gray-white concrete building.
Most of the window panes on the second floor reflected the light, except for Chen Zhou's bedroom, where the thick curtains were still drawn.
The sun rose high, and the light pierced through the gaps in the curtain, like a sharp sword splitting the dimness inside the room.
Xiao Huihui lay at the foot of the bed, enveloped in the faint lavender fragrance of freshly laundered sheets, exuding a refreshing warmth that embraced it.
On the bedside table, Little Dragon Cat lazily crawled out and headed towards the newly added gym equipment inside its "villa"—
A wooden running wheel.
