Soon.
Morning sunlight streamed in through the gap in the curtains.
Jiang Yixia groggily opened her eyes, her mind hazy.
She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before realizing she was in her own room.
Birds were chirping outside the window, and someone was talking in the courtyard. It was Pan Lanfang's voice, but she couldn't quite make out what was being said.
She slowly sat up and glanced down at herself.
Her clothes were still on.
The blanket was tucked snugly around her, covering her from shoulders to feet.
She let out a sigh of relief, but then tensed up again.
As for last night, she only remembered drinking on the rooftop. After that... what happened after that?
She racked her brain, but it was a complete blank.
She only remembered that Lu Fan's shoulder was warm, the beer was a little bitter, and the moon was very round.
Then, it seemed she had leaned against him, and after that, she couldn't remember anything at all.
