With a muffled crash, Jiang Qingfeng was abruptly awakened.
She lifted her head from a pile of ledgers and jade scrolls, sitting up. A red mark from a jade scroll was imprinted on her fair-skinned face, and her usually clear eyes were now bloodshot. Even her meticulously kept hair bun was disheveled.
Upon waking up so suddenly, she was still in a daze, unable to distinguish between reality and dream, until her gaze gradually focused, and she saw the half-collapsed pile of ledgers in front of her, with Jiang Baitao sprawled out asleep on top of them. She finally came to her senses.
The ledgers had collapsed, but Baitao hadn't woken up. Instead, he turned over, randomly grabbing a few rolls of scrolls, hugging them to his chest, and continued to sleep deeply.
Jiang Qingfeng sighed. She stood up, feeling stiff and sore all over. Her gaze coincidentally met with Lin Le's, and both of them shared a wry smile.
