Five in the morning
The room door was opened and closed. With Feng Ling's usual observational skills, if this was any other day, the noise would have woken her up.
However, her body was both freezing cold and burning hot. Although she was somewhat aware, she could not muster any strength. She felt as though someone had come in, but she wasn't sure if she was dreaming.
In her dreams, she seemed to be having a fever. Someone had placed their hand on her forehead, and a short moment later, they laid a cold towel on it.
In her dazed, half-conscious state, she wasn't sure how much time had passed. By the time she woke up, it was 9:00 a.m.
