After a good sleep, Zhiyan felt refreshed. Upon waking, however, she discovered that she was once again lying on the ice-cold bed without knowing when she had been moved. The Yin Energy within her body had increased considerably, and there was no trace of pain in the spot over her chest. Lifting her clothes, a hint of suspicion crossed her eyes—could it be the result of the Yin Yang Qi adjusting itself.
It didn't matter, this was for the best, so as to avoid being forced by Shasha to lie in bed when she returned.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a set of clothes placed next to her, pink, soft and smooth, the material clinging to her body.
Zhiyan took off what she dubbed "cloth pieces" she was wearing and put on the clothes nearby, dressed neatly, considering how she should leave the room.
