Su Liang's daily exercise was not minimal, and she tried her best to maintain a regular life when conditions permitted, so insomnia was rare for her.
After waking up, she remembered Nangong Qian and her servant who arrived last night, as well as Nangong Lin and Situ Jing, who came and left. She felt that the upcoming days would not be as peaceful as the previous two days.
However, change is not necessarily a bad thing; change, after all, is the path to success.
Yesterday, Su Liang was cutting down some bamboo to make a shelf but accidentally hurt her hand, though not seriously. Qiao Cong brought back some medical ointment for injuries, which she applied last night. This morning, her wound was largely healed.
Opening the door, the sky was still gray.
When Su Liang went to the well to fetch water and wash up, she glanced at Nangong Qian's room, which was still quiet. Qiao Cong's door was also closed.
