Luckily for Yu Qingyu, their new lodgings were much more spacious, fully furnished, with proper windows not blocked by a spell, and most importantly, with separate rooms for everyone. Naturally, Yu Qingyu got the smallest one, located on the second floor, with a bed, a small table, a chair, and a chest of drawers squeezed in together with just a tiny bit of space left in the middle. But that was perfectly fine with him. At least he no longer felt trapped, nor could he be tormented by his comrades.
Without bothering to even light a candle, he entered the room, tossed his leather bag on top of the chest of drawers, and threw himself on the bed. It wasn't much more comfortable than the ones they had in the tree house… But at least he had a bed for himself, and nobody could stop him from sleeping on it.
