Morning light filtered through the gaps in the bamboo blinds, casting dappled patterns across He Chun's face.
He rolled over, hearing the courtyard already coming alive. He couldn't make out what that brat Lu Yao was shouting about now, but Xingye's laughter could be heard from afar, punctuated by Aunt Ning's loud, booming scoldings.
He Chun rubbed the scabbed wound on his ribs, an involuntary smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Pulling on an indigo Miao tunic, he pushed open the door and almost collided with A Yu, who was carrying a bowl of medicine.
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