Joyful times always pass quickly.
In the blink of an eye, several more days had gone by.
And Su Yan, who had been staying in the wooden hut with Jiu Li, inevitably felt his Spirit wane a little more.
This just goes to show that the old saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' isn't always true; sometimes, it can even become an unbearable burden.
"I can't do this anymore. I need to go back."
With a haggard face, Su Yan sat up in bed and murmured to himself. This life is unbearable; I need to escape this wooden hut as soon as possible.
Thinking this, Su Yan slowly lifted the quilt and deftly got out of bed, planning to sneak away.
However, just as he moved, Jiu Li, who had seemed sound asleep beside him, somehow stirred and woke up in a daze.
Weariness tinged her features as she groggily sat up.
After a couple of seconds of blinking herself awake, she skillfully wrapped her arms around Su Yan's neck and asked sweetly, "Sir, when did you wake up?"
