The bed in the new tent was large and very soft. Yu Luo felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, tossing and turning restlessly, when in her semi-consciousness, the tip of her nose seemed to catch a faint fragrance of lotus flowers.
"Master..."
Yu Luo murmured, burrowing her head further into the quilt. Qingchen's presence always brought her a sense of peace.
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