The dim light of the rainy morning filtered through the treehouse windows as Su Qinglan slowly blinked her eyes open.
Her first instinct was to reach out for the familiar warmth of her husbands, but as her hand swept across the furs, she felt nothing but cold and empty space.
She bolted upright, her heart hammering against her ribs. On the other side of the bed, only Xuan Long was there, his long, dark lashes fluttering as he woke from her sudden movement.
"Where are the others?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Xuan Long blinked, momentarily stunned by her frantic tone. "They... they are still outside, Lan Lan. You locked the door and told them not to come in."
Su Qinglan's face went deathly pale. She remembered her anger from the day before, her frustration with the "stupid cats," and her angry exit.
But she had fallen asleep for hours! She thought they would have coaxed her or at least picked the lock once she calmed down.
