Chen Hao was still on the balcony.
The tea had been replaced with a fresh pot, and Xiao Yue had changed positions—from lying on her back to lying on her side. Her tail was still wagging.
Xiao Qing stood on Xiao Yue's head, balancing on one foot, her eyes closed as though she were dozing.
Chen Siyao walked over and gave him a brief account of the day's events.
After listening, Chen Hao said only, "Not bad."
Then he went back to drinking his tea.
Chen Siyao had long since grown used to her brother's reactions. In his eyes, all of this probably really did amount to nothing more than "not bad."
She turned and went back to her room, ready for a good rest.
Tomorrow... no, we're not going tomorrow.
Everyone needed time to recover.
The next day.
For once, Chen Siyao slept until she woke up naturally.
She drew back the curtains, and dazzling sunlight flooded in. Squinting, she glanced at her phone... ten in the morning.
Yesterday's battle had taken too much out of her, and her body still ached. Pills could heal injuries, but fatigue took time to wear off.
After washing up, she went downstairs and found that everyone else looked just as sleep-deprived.
Wu Tian leaned against the sofa with a medicated patch over his ribs, grimacing whenever he moved.
Ying Wenjie's left arm was still in a sling, and he was eating breakfast with one hand.
Yang Wanqing seemed fairly energetic, but the bruises on her back meant she could only sit hunched forward.
"We're not going today, right?" Ye Chendong walked over with a bowl of congee. The wound on his forehead had scabbed over.
"No." Chen Siyao sat down. "We'll rest for a day. The Thirty-Fourth Island can wait."
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