Snow fell all night, covering the world in a blanket of pure white, wrapped in silver, everything silent.
Cold, tired, aching.
This was Wufu's perception, instinctively pulling the quilt over herself, feeling the heaviness in her waist, she reached out to touch.
Underneath, a bare sensation!
Wufu jerked awake, her eyes opened instantly, what she saw was the familiar lotus canopy above, she relaxed a little, she was at home.
She turned her head to see Ah Jiu lying beside her, her heart finally settled.
She moved, feeling something unusual, something she had never experienced before, she lifted the quilt to take a look, memories began returning.
Indeed, last night at the Imperial Banquet, she fell into a trap and was schemed against!
Those bastards, they gave her that kind of drug, who set this up!
"Awake?" Ah Jiu's hoarse voice sounded in her ear.
Wufu turned her head again: "Ah Jiu, we?"
