The next morning, as the sunlight spilled through the window, Su Mu’s brow furrowed, her long eyelashes fluttering.
She felt that the place where she was lying was a bit strange—not quite like a bed. Moreover, the "bed" beneath her was rising and falling rhythmically, and she caught a whiff of a familiar scent.
Su Mu slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head from the "bed." Her peach-blossom eyes went blank for a moment.
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