By the time Li Meirong's consciousness resurfaced, Mo Cheng was long gone.
A discontented whimper escaped her lips as she sluggishly rose from the floor. Snowball moved straightaway out of her lap and went to sit in the corner near the stove area, he seemed strangely on edge.
The cabin was covered with the soft light of a fresh new day and Li Meirong realized she had been fruitlessly cultivating all night long. For all these hours, her body remained in the same state and her stiff muscles now ached badly.
She stretched her legs and neck, glancing sideways as she did so, only to notice that her sitting location had changed. She dubiously reached a slender arm to grasp the pillow from underneath her.
'Zhu Qingyue arranged this?'
After setting the pillow aside, Li Meirong turned to face the bed and was a little surprised to find the 'Sleeping Beauty' still laying there.
