By the time Feng Tian had managed to pull herself out of the slumber the next morning, she found herself sprawled across the couch with a blanket draped over her and a sticky note that read 'You worry too much, Miss Feng. But thanks' with a little heart drawn at the end, a postscript following 'P. S: I will be going first.' on her forehead. Squinting at the sticky note, Feng Tian snickered,
"That ungrateful brat, he couldn't even move me to my room." She muttered under her breath as she gingerly removed the blanket and tried to stand. However, her body protested with a pounding head and aching bones.
The memories of the previous night gradually returned.
