"Song Qinghuan had been asleep, not knowing for how long.
When she woke up, she found herself in her own bedroom.
The curtains were drawn, the room was dark, with rays of light peeking through the gaps and landing on her. It was clearly daytime.
She yawned and felt a pull in her cheek that caused some pain, then instinctively tried to sit up.
At that moment, the door opened, and Aunt He came in slowly, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Seeing Song Qinghuan awake, she immediately exclaimed with delight, "Oh dear, you're awake."
She quickly moved to the bedside, put the flowers in the vase on the nightstand, and then reached out to help Song Qinghuan sit up.
She also got a pillow and propped it behind Song Qinghuan, trying to make her sitting position as comfortable as possible.
Song Qinghuan laughed and said, "Aunt He, I'm alright. I can get up myself, thank you."
