The next day.
Morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the window lattices, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across Mu Qingxuan’s face. She stirred groggily, her elbow brushing against the cool bedsheets, and her eyes snapped open.
The familiar mahogany vanity and the aromatherapy diffuser on the nightstand were constant reminders of where she was. She was lying in her own bed.
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