Early in the morning, Zhuang Chujiao woke up feeling as if her body had been crushed by stones, sore and aching.
Recalling the scene from last night, a slight smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and a hint of pride gleamed in her eyes.
She glanced out the window; it was not too early. There should be some commotion by now.
Sure enough, soon there were sounds of a disturbance coming from outside.
Zhuang Chujiao ignored her body's discomfort, put on her clothes, and went out the door.
Just then, Liang Rong came up and, seeing her daughter's tired eyes, asked, "Why are you up so late? Didn't sleep last night?"
Zhuang Chujiao had wanted to sleep last night, but someone wouldn't allow it.
Sweetness lingered in her heart, but she maintained a serious facade and whispered, "Mom, given the situation yesterday, how could I sleep at all? What's happening now?"
