The day had not yet dawned when Jiang Min woke up. Her wound was very painful, but she did not make any sound, lying quietly in bed, staring at the snowy-white ceiling.
As the room gradually brightened, she turned her head to glance at the two people on the folding bed, feeling extremely uncomfortable inside.
Perhaps sensing Jiang Min's gaze, Tan Rou was the first to wake up. As soon as she did, Zhuang Liu could not sleep either.
"It doesn't seem to be time yet, should we sleep a little longer?" Zhuang Liu rubbed Tan Rou's head gently and asked.
Tan Rou said, "Let's not sleep. I keep feeling like someone is staring at me."
Perhaps it was her years of training that developed a keen sense of observation. Whenever someone stared at Tan Rou, no matter their position, she could distinguish it very clearly, even if she was asleep, she could awaken from her dreams.
Zhuang Liu whispered, "It's just the two of us here. How could anyone be staring at you?"
