At dawn, Yue Qingqing felt the master bedroom door open.
Yue Qingqing squinted for a while, hearing the noise spreading to the bathroom, and then got up in a daze.
"Mom, why did you get up so early?"
Seeing her daughter's reflection in the mirror, Zhang Ying smiled sheepishly.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, I'm a light sleeper, I heard the sound."
As a cultivator, Yue Qingqing's senses were excessively sharp, which was often an advantage.
Except during sleep, where she suffered particularly, sometimes needing to seal off her five senses, though it was somewhat dangerous.
Zhang Ying was already dressed, wearing an exceptionally fitted outfit today.
Her health wasn't great, previously tormented by her stepmother, eating uncertain meals since childhood, leading to some digestive issues.
Later, when life improved, there was plenty of rich food, but she couldn't gain weight.
