Yan Ling was awoken by the sunlight pouring in from the window.
Feeling the warmth of the sun, her mood involuntarily lightened.
She finally found Qi Yunjue!
And also learned that his life was not in immediate danger.
That was probably the best news of recent time.
But the current situation was far from promising, the puzzle of how to help Qi Yunjue regain his memory was her biggest issue at the moment.
Yan Ling rolled over, half-asleep and half-awake, contemplating how to deal with the upcoming tasks.
But her train of thought halted suddenly, she abruptly sat up in bed.
What is going on? Why was she sleeping on a bed?
Could it be that she was sleepwalking last night and climbed into the bed herself?
No way? Come on, Yan Ling, wake up!
Even if he is your beloved, you can't forget your current identity, can you?"
Yan Ling, muttered to herself while slapping her cheeks to sober up.
