The next day.
Whether it was from exhaustion last night or the effects of the medication, Gu Ning didn't wake up until nearly noon.
She subconsciously reached out to the side, but her hand met with empty air.
'Huh?'
Gu Ning opened her eyes, but there was no sign of the little fox.
Looking at the wrinkles on the sheet next to her pillow, the scene from last night flashed through her mind.
That little tail of guilt in Gu Ning's heart wagged again. She raised a hand to her forehead with a bit of a headache.
SCRAPE—
A long, slender, and fair—almost pale—hand reached out from behind the curtain next to Gu Ning, pulling open the divider between the two hospital beds.
Hearing the sound, Gu Ning turned to look—
The Little Fairy Bird, who had been lying unconscious for four or five days, was now staring intently at her.
Gu Ning froze for two seconds before springing up in bed, overjoyed. "Philinos, you're awake!"
