The warm sunlight flitted through the gap between the curtains and fell on the lean figure tucked under thick blankets on the bed.
The air in the room was cool, and a scent of fresh garden roses filled in the pale blue room.
Birds chirped.
Cheng Xiu frowned in her sleep. Her thoughts were jumbled, but she extricated herself from the arms of sleep unwillingly.
Her phoenix eyes fluttered open, and she stared blankly at the bouquet of roses on the bedside table.
Cheng Xiu turned and lay on her back, staring at the white ceiling for some time.
She stared at the glittering fairy lights attached to the ceiling in hooks. Since when did she have hooks in her ceiling?
Cheng Xiu sat up on the bed and looked around in a daze.
There were quite a few bouquets on the floor near her bed.
Cheng Xiu frowned and looked around. It was not her dorm room. It was too spacious.
The door suddenly opened.
