Xu Xiuxiu had slept quite well that night and when she woke up in the morning, the sun was already high in the sky. Although it hadn't snowed, the cold was still biting, and the absence of Song Yuanhuan, her human furnace, made the bed feel noticeably chilly. After waking up, Xiuxiu was pleased to find that her slight cold from the day before had finally subsided. She was secretly delighted that she wouldn't have to drag her cold from this year into the next—honestly, being sick across two years would have been incredibly unlucky.
With that thought, and having enjoyed her bit of mirth, Xiuxiu naturally didn't stay in bed any longer. After all, she was in her marital home and, as a daughter-in-law, it was acceptable to sleep in once in a while. But even if it was acceptable, she couldn't indulge in sleeping until noon.
