The morning light shone brightly.
Liyue slowly opened her eyes, waking up to find an animal skin quilt draped over her body. A warm feeling rose in her heart.
She glanced sideways at the wall covered with swords, and her delicate face softened.
Yes, the white-haired girl had once again spent the night in Luciel's room. As for the reason—she'd already forgotten.
"If this continues… I'm afraid I won't be able to leave, will I?" Liyue whispered, gently brushing the scarlet lines on her right cheek.
If not for the "virtual ghost infection," perhaps she really would have wanted to stay.
After all, here she could bathe in water—such a luxury. She could drink tea—such extravagance. But most importantly, he didn't hate her.
"Oh, what am I thinking? Yu Fei'er and the others are still waiting for me. I have to meet them at 'Angel Tears.'"
Covering her pretty face with her hands, her silver-white eyes grew hazy as she rolled back and forth on the bed.
"Ahem…"
