The weather in early spring was still chilly, but as the sun rose, bright sunshine illuminated the earth, warming everything.
Shao He slowly opened her eyes, feeling the sun's rays gently caressing her cheeks through the window.
She lifted the covers and sat up. The air in the room was fresh and pleasant, carrying a faint scent of vegetation that was soothing to the spirit.
Upon seeing Shao He awaken, Qingxia came over with a basin of clean water and gently helped her wash her face, providing a warm and comfortable feeling.
Shao He put on the clothes Qingxia had brought for her, noticing that the fabric was exceptionally soft, light, and comfortable, different from what she usually wore to bed.
The material was clearly high-quality brocade, yet it didn't come across as extravagant; rather, it conveyed a sense of freshness, naturalness, and simple cleanliness.
