Hearing the little girl's words, Fang Yi smiled helplessly and then shook his head. Only now did he realize where all those steamed buns had come from.
The morning bell of Jincan Temple had already signaled the arrival of another dawn, and the sun was about to rise, yet the little girl told Fang Yi to hold that gemstone and go to sleep—to sleep the sleep of night. From this, it was clear that she had no very clear concept of day and night; whenever she felt sleepy and wanted to sleep, that was nighttime, even if the morning sun was about to leap over the horizon.
The little girl ignored Fang Yi further. Having eaten and drunk her fill, she climbed alone onto her small bed to sleep. Her bed was actually a smoothed-out, thick tree root, just big enough to hold her tiny body. The root was covered with a thick, dry layer of hay, and her quilt was woven from the feathers of a hundred birds deep in the mountains, looking very soft and warm.
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