The next morning.
Lu Fengxuan was still in her dreams when she vaguely heard the "whoosh" of the curtains being pulled open, and the golden sunshine of midsummer streamed into the room.
She mumbled unconsciously, turned over, and her slender legs kicked restlessly on the bed a couple of times before she pulled the quilt over her head.
They had chatted until the late hours of the previous night, not going to bed until one in the morning.
At the moment, she was so sleepy she couldn't even open her eyes, covering herself with the quilt and continuing to sleep soundly.
But not long afterward, someone tugged the quilt off her head, and as Lu Fengxuan slowly opened her eyes squinting, the light from the window stung her eyes painful.
A shadow fell over her, blocking the light from the window, and the man's deep and clear voice gently rose.
"Axuan, it's half past eight, get up and wash up, we're going to the hospital."
