Wu Yun wakes up in an unfamiliar room, but the lavish yet mishmash decoration is familiar to him. He's been here before.
His answer walks through the door, wearing flimsy red robes and a huge grin. "How has our godly visitor slumbered? My home isn't the Jade Palace, but I'm told the mattresses are second to none."
Ling Yan sits up in the bed, and works himself up to a wan smile towards Xue Zhuan. "It was fine."
Xue Zhuan's grin loses some of its radiance, but doesn't dim completely. "Just fine? Ah, we'll see what we can do to improve that in the future."
"No there's no nee-"
"Come, come, you must be starving! You did show up at my doorstep out of your mind yesterday, and frankly not making much sense. I appreciate the chance for some company, I so rarely have guests."
