It was already noon when Song Qingchun woke up. When she stretched her limbs, she realized with a start that she was lying in bed and not collapsed by the side of it.
The bedroom was empty except for her, and Su Zhinian was nowhere to be seen.
When she got out from bed, she noticed the bandage on her knee. In her sleep, she had probably moved around because the edges were falling off, and she realized that her wound had been treated.
There were only herself and Su Zhinian in his bungalow, so… He treated my wound while I was asleep?
Song Qingchun sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the gauze that covered her knee. The softest part of her left chest welled with a curious warmth, and she didn't realize her lips had curved into a smile.
She felt like she had woken up in a different timeline, one where they still shared that hundred-day contract.
