The wind was gentle, the sun was bright, everything pleasant and serene.
Gu Jiao woke to a cacophony of chirping birds. As she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar room.
Given her nature, she should have been immediately alert, but she wasn't.
The pillow and blanket carried a familiar scent, inexplicably reassuring.
Creak—
The door cracked open slightly, and a tall figure slipped inside.
It was Long Yi.
He entered, brandishing a large spatula, and ambled about the room.
Almost instantly, Gu Jiao shut her eyes again.
Leaning over, Long Yi stared intently at Gu Jiao for a long while, seemingly puzzled as to why she hadn't awoken despite the noise he had heard.
In the end, Long Yi still left with his spatula.
Gu Jiao let out a sigh of relief in her mind.
She certainly didn't want to be fed with Long Yi's spatula.
The ambience of the bed and Long Yi guarding the door convinced Gu Jiao that she was in a safe situation.
Creak—