The warm and bright sunshine outside the window shone in a clean and neat room. Gradually, a naughty sunshine climbed onto a soft and literary sleeping face. The sleeping young man frowned. I wonder if he felt uncomfortable because he was scratched by the sun. But then his eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his body became stiff as if he was in a nightmare and could not wake up.Ah!A cry of pain broke the morning full of calm and tenderness.Liang Tianwei suddenly stood upright and sat up, opened his sword-like eyes, and flashed a flash of dazzling light, which was incompatible with the soft and literary face on his face.My grass, it hurts... This is the first feeling when Liang Tianwei wakes up.