"Achoo!"
Song Qiao sat in bed with a helpless expression. She had spent last night making sure Yu Shanshan stayed covered with the blanket, and as a result, she had caught a chill herself.
Shanshan was a restless sleeper. First, she talked in her sleep, and then she started rolling up the blanket. It was already November, and the nights in Yanjing were still rather chilly.
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