Lu Han's POV
 

I was awakened by the birds repeatedly twittering at my window sill.

These birds never fail to wake me up day by day.

I tried to look outside the window.

What will I even see?

The scenery is the same.

Sunlight penetrating the auburn leaves casting a silhouette over the lonely stream.

Isn't there anything else aside from these?

After being in a state of reverie for a minute or so, a boy silently walked to the flowing stream. 

I saw him often.

He had brown silky hair, porcelain like skin, hazel eyes, and this mysterious aura surrounding him.