In the early morning, before the rooster crows.
Chen Ji opened his eyes on the bed, his hand brushing over the delicate satin of the bedding, always finding it somewhat awkward.
Outside the bed, Xiao Man woke up on the small chair upon hearing the sounds, with the little black cat in her arms, she tentatively asked, "Sir, are you awake?"
Chen Ji lifted the quilt: "Xiao Man, help me change to a coarse cotton quilt today."
Xiao Man was puzzled: "Sir, is it uncomfortable to sleep? This satin quilt is quite expensive, ordinarily, it's not something people buy even if they have money."
Chen Ji jested at himself: "Perhaps I don't match up to such fine things. Every time my hand touches the satin, it catches on the threads."
