Dawn broke quickly, as if chased by something…
The night still held a lingering sense of length, but suddenly, the morning light flooded the paper windows, bright and clear.
Thus, it dissipated.
"Judging by the time, it's about early class," Yu Zhen lazily sat up from the bed and explained naturally.
Jiang Wang said nothing.
Lying on the floor with his eyes closed, as if not fully awake.
A body heavily wounded and not healed tends to feel drowsy, sleeping then waking, waking then sleeping.
Last night he didn't sleep enough, and wasn't clear-headed.
But, it shouldn't be this natural… there was a voice in his head saying.
Yu Zhen didn't mind, treating him as if he were truly asleep.
Getting out of bed, she easily picked him up and laid him on the bed, saying, "Ah, poor little thing. How could you sleep on the floor? What if you caught a cold? Really worrisome."
Her lazy tone resembled a song.
As if she wasn't the one who threw Jiang Wang off the bed last night.
