She repackaged the steamed bun, took a sip of water, and lay down on the bed to rest.
Now she's learned to be brave and go with the flow.
She is no longer the ordinary Jian Yufei, who would feel aggrieved once she fell down.
Jian Yufei pondered her own thoughts and eventually drifted into a hazy sleep.
Her sleep wasn't very deep, afraid someone might suddenly come in, so she didn't dare sleep deeply, which naturally led to an unsettled rest.
...
By the time she woke up, it was already afternoon.
Jian Yufei supported her body and rubbed her aching forehead.
This wretched place really makes her feel suffocated even with just a glance.
Jian Yufei picked up the water bottle on the bedside, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of water.
Suddenly, she noticed something was amiss.
The steamed bun she had placed with the water bottle was gone—
Who took her steamed bun?
She distinctly remembered placing it at the bedside, but now there's nothing.
