In the morning, Long Linger opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling...
"Get up, little lazy worm, it's almost time for class!"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Long Linger turned her head and saw Yeh Huang in front of her. The morning light poured in through the window, casting a golden glow on him. His face, usually looking extremely stern, now appeared especially delicate and handsome, and his gaze was especially gentle.
The scenes from the dream were still vivid, the feeling of overwhelming sorrow was exceptionally clear, yet now Yeh Huang stood intact before her.
She pushed the quilt aside, jumped off the bed, and stood barefoot on the floor, looking up at him with a confused gaze.
"What's wrong?" Yeh Huang looked at her.
Long Linger remained silent, observing him for a long time, then moving behind him, carefully inspecting back and forth.
He reached out and pulled her from behind, "Go wash your face and eat something, class starts soon."
