Clear skies and radiant sunshine.
Tan'er was startled awake by the chime of a wind bell. She stretched lazily, rolled over, and with a loud thud, fell to the ground.
Clutching her sore little head, she groggily stood up and muttered, "Young Master, N Family's bed is way too small!"
Shang Wuyou's indifferent voice drifted over, "Awake yet? If so, hurry up and get ready. We're heading out."
Tan'er tilted her head and looked at Shang Wuyou, who was sitting in a chair reading, "Why is N in my room though?"
Shang Wuyou turned a page of the book, "It's you who were in my room."
Tan'er glanced around, patted her head, and said, "Oh yeah, now I remember. N was acting weird last night, and I worried N might do something silly, so I stayed in N's room."
There was no way she could share the same bed with Shang Wuyou, so she'd slept on a small bamboo bed. No wonder a simple toss turned into a tumble to the ground.
