Wen Rou talked with Xiao Zhan until very late last night. Afterward, she did indeed forgo her usual yoga; unable to fight off the drowsiness, she washed up in a hurry and dove under the covers of her autumn quilt.
Early the next morning, thin slivers of dawn light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting mottled shadows across the room. Stirred by her internal clock, Wen Rou rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. She squinted groggily at the alarm clock—it was only six o’clock—and then crawled back under the covers, drifting into a deep sleep before she knew it.
Outside the window, the crisp chirping of birds had already begun, but Wen Rou seemed indifferent to the noise, continuing her sound slumber.
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