Yibao or Yumao

The following day, Chan Juan awoke to a world bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The first light of morning crept through her window, gently illuminating her room with a delicate, golden glow. As she opened her eyes, a feeling of serenity washed over her.

Her room, a sanctuary of calm and warmth, greeted her with a gentle embrace. The pale lavender walls seemed to radiate a sense of peace, and the orchid-patterned bedding cradled her like a soft cloud. A gentle breeze played with the curtains, allowing them to dance in a tranquil rhythm.

The distant melodies of birds outside serenaded her awakening, their sweet songs weaving a tapestry of nature's beauty. The world beyond her window appeared as a painting come to life, with flowers in full bloom and a vibrant tapestry of colors.