The morning hours slipped by quietly as Jian Anning slept in exhaustion, and when she opened her eyes, the sun was already high in the sky.
Hammering her sluggish brain, she felt as if her whole body had been run over by a heavy truck, especially the part below her waist, which seemed like it didn't belong to her at all.
She used her hand to prop herself up and get out of bed with difficulty, the white sheets slowly sliding off her body, revealing her rounded shoulders and beautiful collarbones in the sunlight.
Her waist was so sore and powerless that she fell back before even sitting up. She bounced slightly on the soft Simmons mattress and then sank deep into it.
Raising her head to look at the sky, the ceiling above her was still open, and sunlight poured through the camphor tree and the heavy glass beside it into the quiet house. The light blue walls and the white bed seemed to cloak the room like a small island in the sea.
