Waking up in the morning, the air conditioner in the room was still running. After a night of air conditioning, her skin and mouth felt dry. Xuerou pushed aside the air conditioner blanket covering her body, thinking about getting up to drink some water.
Last night, after Xuerou returned to her room, she saw Xiao Xian still organizing rattan vines for weaving. She lay down beside her, watching, and soon fell asleep. Eventually, she simply moved the blanket and pillow to the floor, and each of them slept at one end.
It was her first time sleeping on the floor, yet she slept very well, dreamlessly. Xuerou remembered it had been a long while since she had last slept so soundly.
The last time she slept well was at Yanqing Farm; it seemed that every time she was with Xiao Xian, she could sleep deeply. Having a friend felt truly wonderful.
