It looks like you've been sleeping well lately.
Your not-so-long golden hair is lustrous and shiny; the part where the sunlight falls is almost dazzling.
Our eyes met, and Fu Qian noted that Sunny, once the owner, seemed not to have much of a mental gap in her fall to being a server.
Considering the final part of the mission back then, I helped clarify her current circumstances, so this can be considered a typical case of making the best of a bad situation.
"Good morning, Professor Fu."
Faced with the amiable greeting of an uninvited guest, even though her mind should have been filled with questions, Sunny just bit her lip hesitantly for a moment before responding in kind.
She even made sure to tie the belt of her nightdress properly and respectfully bowed.
"No need to be so formal; I'm just out for a morning walk."
Fu Qian was easygoing, waving his hand to imply that his title at the Academy was just a formality, and he was just an ordinary person.
