By the time Yang Xiao returned to Su Qian'er's medical hall, the sky to the east was already showing the pale light of dawn.
Daylight had begun to fill the sky, and the morning glow quietly appeared.
The moon silently vanished from the sky, no longer leaving any trace for people to see.
Yang Xiao felt an unprecedented level of fatigue and sleepiness; too much had happened last night, and he had done too much as well.
Even with his strong spirit, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.
He planned to return to his dormitory to rest well, and indeed, he needed that rest badly.
He walked on, pushed open the door to his dormitory, and looked towards the white cat's nest.
Seeing the white cat snoring in its nest, he relaxed only after it lazily glanced at him when he returned.
He was indeed worried that the white cat might silently leave the medical hall again. The cat had a history of doing such things, and, despite his warnings to the cat, it was certainly capable of acting on its own.
