Noon.
Outside the window, the sunlight was just right, a gentle breeze breezed, branches swayed, and the scenery was charmingly beautiful.
Mo Shangjun slowly opened her eyes.
She didn't know how, but she had fallen asleep, and it seemed she had slept for about four or five hours.
Her head felt dizzy and heavy; she hadn't slept well.
Mo Shangjun furrowed her brows slightly and stared at the trees and light outside the window for a few seconds, noticing something unusual.
The window, which was originally open, was closed without her knowing when.
There was wind outside, but it couldn't blow in.
Without thinking, she knew who had closed it.
With an injury on her left shoulder, she was lying on her right side, and now that the IV had finished dripping, both of her hands were tucked into the quilt, warm but uncomfortable.
After thinking for a moment, she said softly, "Open the window."
