The next day, in the morning.
Sunlight penetrated the room through the gaps in the curtains, and slender rays fell upon the girl's hair.
The Mute Girl lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
Although it was already late in the morning, she showed no intention of moving, her eyes half-open and unfocused, lazily immersed in a haze as she gazed at the ceiling.
Just then, a gentle knocking sounded on the door.
Though the knock was cautious, it still seemed loud in the soundproof luxury hotel room.
The black-haired girl rolled her eyes and directly grabbed a pillow and threw it.
The pillow hit the door with a muffled thud.
Though the sound wasn't loud, it was enough to convey her anger and silence the person outside.
Only then did the girl contentedly curl back into the blanket, squirming a few times, fully enjoying the soft silk covers before slowly getting up.
She casually put on the nun's robe she had modified herself, washed her face, brushed her teeth...
