The next morning.
As sunlight gradually spread across her cheeks, the girl's eyelids fluttered, and she slowly woke from her deep slumber.
"Mm..."
A wave of sharp pain surged through her head, making Hun Ruoruo suck in a cold breath as she jolted awake from her daze. "It hurts!"
She abruptly sat up in bed, only to find herself lying atop a neatly spread, soft blanket. Its texture was slightly coarse, yet it had been washed spotlessly clean and carried the warmth of sun-dried fabric.
"This is... Xiao Yan's room?"
Clutching her head, which felt as though it had gone blank, Hun Ruoruo did not even bother fixing her slightly disheveled hair as she asked in surprise.
"Oh, you're awake?"
A teasing voice suddenly sounded. The door opened, and Xiao Yan walked in carrying a bowl of soup.
"Xiao Yan?"
Looking at the smiling young man, Hun Ruoruo could not help asking, "Did you bring me back?"
Xiao Yan neither confirmed nor denied it, merely shrugging. "When Father found out you couldn't handle your liquor, he nearly broke Second Brother's legs. This is the hangover soup he made for you. Want to try it?"
As he spoke, Xiao Yan stepped forward and held the bowl of golden soup, dotted with a few mung beans, before Hun Ruoruo.
"Yellow again?"
At the sight of that familiar yellow color, Hun Ruoruo's pretty face turned slightly pale. As though recalling some unpleasant memory, she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Yet when she caught that sweet, refreshing scent, her eyes suddenly lit up. "Honey?"
Xiao Yan nodded with a smile. "For some reason, Father seemed to tell at a glance that you like sweets."
At those words, Hun Ruoruo's gaze turned distant for a moment. After hesitating briefly, she picked up the spoon and took