The next day.
Because it was the weekend, Qin Youxue didn't need to worry about school.
When she woke up, Mo Hexuan was no longer by her side.
The window was open, and a gentle breeze blew in from outside. Through the azure sky, she could see the green hills not far away.
This was the wealthy district, nestled amidst mountains and rivers, with stunning scenery. Even the air that drifted in seemed fresher than what she was used to at home.
She lay on the bed, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling for a long while, before slowly sitting up.
Still recovering from a fever, her body felt weak. Qin Youxue pressed her lips together slightly and glanced at the set of clothing placed nearby.
Her previous clothes had been changed into a silk nightgown. The fabric clung to her skin softly and comfortably; she couldn't recall ever wearing something so luxurious before.
After deliberating for a moment, she reached out and picked up the dress beside her to change into it.
