Because she had stayed up too late the night before, Tang Yuran slept straight through until noon the next day.
The key point was, it wasn't that she had woken up on her own, but rather it was her mother's booming voice that had roused her.
Groggy, Tang Yuran opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the bedside table, only to feel a sharp pain in her eyes.
She rubbed them, then opened her eyes again and realized that the huge bed was empty, with only her lying on it.
Hey, where's Gu Yu?
Tang Yuran looked confusedly at the space next to her, reaching out to touch it.
The sheets were cold, without a hint of warmth, indicating he must have gotten up a long time ago.
Tang Yuran turned over, hugged the quilt, and lay in bed for a while longer before finally sitting up, putting on slippers, and getting out of bed.
As she opened the door to her room, the sound of her mother's loud voice chatting downstairs became even clearer.
