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Rolling back the time to a moment before, about the length it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Mingshu lay in bed, her eyes wide open like copper bells in the pitch-dark night, devoid of any sleepiness.
She had been very sleepy earlier, but probably because she had slept too much during the day and was startled by Yun Zhi's reverse jinx, she now found herself unable to fall asleep.
She heard the faint breathing of Yun Zhi beside her and felt a surge of imbalance in her heart.
The main culprit was sleeping more soundly than anyone else; where was the justice in that?
Mingshu turned over and felt something hard under her pillow; she silently pulled it out—it was a rolling pin that seemed to offer a sense of security.
Yun Zhi, not having had her fill at night, had absently taken it while wandering through the kitchen.
She hugged the rolling pin tightly to her chest and immediately felt a full sense of security.
