Li Qianxia slowly opened her eyes, her head still throbbing with pain.
After groaning, she suddenly woke up, remembered what had happened before, and instinctively shouted, "Qing Lan!"
"The first person my sister calls out to after waking up is someone else, shouldn't you reflect on that?"
"Are you someone else?"
Li Qianxia turned her head toward the voice and saw Yang Qinglan sitting on a white sofa by the western-style fireplace in the room, while her brother leaned against the fireplace, seemingly studying its structure.
The long-unseen Czar Princess, Bi, was lying on the long sofa opposite Yang Qinglan, holding an apple in her hand. She had just taken a bite, making a crisp crunching sound.
Li Qianxia stared blankly at this scene, which resembled a family portrait.
"...I'm not dreaming, am I?" she murmured.
"You might be," Bi chewed the fruit twice, "pinch yourself."
Li Qianxia paused for a moment, then lay back down, her eyes open, as if she still hadn't fully awakened.