The day was a rare sunny one in winter, the sunlight passing through the papered windows of the hunter's home, filling the room with a warm and cozy fire.
Hua Yan woke up and opened her eyes, and almost at the same time, Yun Chi did too.
With sleepy eyes, just awakened, Hua Yan was engulfed in a languid aura. She looked at Yun Chi, who had regained some of his spirits, smiled at him, and spoke softly and tenderly, "Good morning."
Yun Chi, upon waking, was dazzled by Hua Yan's smile. He turned his head to look outside and then pinched her nose, laughing hoarsely, "It's not morning, I'm afraid it's already the afternoon of the next day."
Hua Yan mumbled an "Oh," shifted her body a little, and cuddled her head into his chest, rubbing against his heart. In a soft and squirming voice, she said, "These past days, this is the only good sleep I've had."
Yun Chi patted her hand and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
Hua Yan shook her head, "Just a little bit, only a tiny bit."
