Qingye sat alone on the couch. The two little creatures curled to the side lifted their heads and nimbly hopped onto her lap, while the other curled up beside her legs.
Lifting a hand to stroke their soft fur, Qingye stared blankly at the tea table in front of her. She had been awake for a year now. It wasn't that she couldn't leave—that was impossible—but there were some things she couldn't figure out.
"Qingqing," Zhang Qiling called out softly, pulling Qingye back from her wandering thoughts.
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