The autumn chill was intensifying when Ming Shuiyun threw off the covers and sat up, suddenly feeling her clothes too thin.
Only half of the dormitory was awake. Ming Shuangli was still asleep, half of her blanket kicked aside, her flat stomach exposed to the air. Anyone seeing her in such a state would be tempted to lie down beside her to sleep. As a third-year student, Ming Shuangli didn't have early classes every day, and with all courses being electives in the third year, she naturally wouldn't choose any that required early rising. Thus, she, being the oldest, slept the latest.
Ming Taolang was no longer in the dormitory; she had a habit of getting up early to practice Combat Technique. By the second morning of her arrival at the Imperial Academy, she had already measured the academy's perimeter with her own feet.
