What Should The Title Be?

"Haaaaaaaa," Fangluan woke up early in the morning when birds were still chirping, and the sun was yet to rise. The constant cloudy atmosphere had made the place rather cold, preventing the rays from touching the Tianwu ground.

Ling Yue lay asleep on the table, having passed out from all the scribbling, writing, and thinking, trying to fix all the issues with her little business venture.

Fangluan saw her cute sleeping face and smiled. He spread his blanket around her, got dressed to leave the room, but just as he was about to, Ling Yue woke up with a sudden jerk, almost falling off the chair.

"That's it!" she shouted, her eyes showing a little black developing around them due to the lack of sleep, of course.

She immediately began writing and then folded the parchment, hung it onto the pigeon, and sent it away flying. The messenger was long gone, and the pigeon needed to be sent out right away, for that is what might solve all of her problems.