At noon, Shen Niantang slowly opened her eyes. The pain in her lower abdomen had eased significantly, but the sticky sensation against her skin made her frown slightly. She pushed back the covers and made her way out of bed at a leisurely pace.
Pushing open the bedroom door, she found the living room quiet. Shen Niantang’s gaze landed on the square table—it was piled high with bags of all sizes, all containing her personal belongings that Gu Tingchuan had moved from her dormitory.
A rattan trunk sat open, revealing neatly folded clothes inside. Several bundles were also set to the side. Shen Niantang picked up the trunk, but the weight proved too much for her arms, so she ended up dragging it into the bedroom.
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