Rong Heng woke up suddenly.
The first thing he did was look to his side.
It was empty, no one was there. The blanket was properly covering him, only the faint sweet scent beside him indicated that last night, Gu Lan did indeed sleep by his side.
The small warmth was gone, and he lay there dazedly, somewhat reminiscing.
Then he quickly snapped back to reality.
"Brother Hang, you're awake."
Gu Lan walked in and placed the Longquan Treasure Sword on the rack. Regardless of the weather, as long as she was awake, she would practice a set of martial arts in the morning.
This, Rong Heng knew, but it was the first time he woke up later than her.
Young Master Gu, holding a towel, wiped the sweat-dampened strands of her hair and lazily sat on her rocking chair, somewhat guiltily explaining:
