The weather is gradually warming up.
After being forced to stay in bed for half a month, Mu Yiliang's wound has finally almost healed.
However, the last incident still left her with some negative effects, and the doctor remains unsatisfied with her recovery.
But Mu Yiliang doesn't take it too much to heart. At least now she can hold a cup with her left hand and handle a bowl, and she feels quite content.
It is currently afternoon, warm outside. Mu Yiliang draws the curtains and leans by the window to soak up the sun.
Unconsciously, sleepiness comes over her, and she closes her eyes.
Qiao Yebai pushes the door open and walks in, just in time to see her peaceful sleeping face.
Her thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow over her eyes, her complexion looking youthful with a healthy flush from the good rest she's had recently. She sleeps so peacefully, defenseless, with her mouth slightly open and a suspiciously glistening liquid at the corner of her lips.
