The moment Anning's eyes snapped open, a sharp pounding pain instantly spread through her head while sunlight poured directly into her face.
"Fuck..." she whined weakly, turning onto her side and throwing a hand over her eyes.
For a few moments, she remained like that, breathing slowly and trying to gather her thoughts. Her head felt heavy, her body felt strange and even opening her eyes suddenly seemed like too much work.
After a while, she finally forced her eyes open and slowly pushed herself upright.
The first thing she did was glance around the room. She paused and then blinked several times. Before her eyes slowly widened in realization, this was Wanqing's room.
Anning stared blankly at the familiar furniture around her before her gaze shifted toward the bed beneath her.
Wait, the bed? Why was she on the bed and not her luxurious sleeping floor!?
At that moment, she actually wanted to cry. No, she preferred to die.
"Why am I up here?" She asked herself.
