[This chapter takes place in a dream and has nothing to do with the main storyline. It is mostly about everyday life and is relatively long. To avoid readers who may not enjoy it subscribing by mistake, it has been posted separately. Enter at your own discretion!!]
When Zhao Yachian woke up, it was already broad daylight.
Before her was a white ceiling, bathed in the warm glow unique to early morning.
The curtains had not been drawn shut completely, and fragmented sunlight streamed through the gaps, falling across the worn floorboards.
She sat there in a daze for several seconds before slowly pushing herself upright.
Her first thought was, Why is it so bright today?
Her second thought was, Why is the bed so small?
Out of habit, she reached over to the side.
Tang Song was not there.
The mattress beneath her was somewhat hard, the pillow was nowhere near as fluffy, and the air lacked that familiar fragrance.
Zhao Yachian frowned and looked around.
It was a narrow bedroom.
A wardrobe stood against the wall, one of its doors never quite closing properly, leaving a crack open.
Beside the bed was a small table with peeling paint, piled with skincare products, hair clips, charging cables, and half a cup of water left over from who knew when. A cheap standing clothes rack sat in the corner, with several garments draped messily over it.
She stared blankly at it all.
This was not Yanjing Huating.
This was... Vast Sky Garden!
The apartment she and Tingzi had rented together before!
Zhao Yachian's entire body stiffened.
What was going on?
She had clearly been in the duplex apartment at Yanjing Huating last night, with Tang Song right beside her.
A powerful sense of wrongness surged through her mind.
She reached