After that deep sleep, Shu Yu slept soundly. Ice blocks were placed in the room, making it completely silent inside. The noise from the front yard seemed distant, floating like a lullaby.
With Xia Yan guarding outside, indeed, no one came to disturb her.
Thus, she slept until it was completely dark outside.
Something icy cold seemed to touch her face. Shu Yu frowned slightly and woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she found Meng Yunzheng wiping her face with a handkerchief.
"Awake?" Meng Yunzheng lowered the handkerchief and asked softly.
Shu Yu was taken aback, quickly sat up, and glanced out the window—it was pitch black.
"What time is it?"
"Two quarters past the hour."
Shu Yu widened her eyes—no way, did she sleep all afternoon? It's already seven-thirty?
Meng Yunzheng poured her a cup of tea, Shu Yu moistened her throat, and then asked, "What about the guests?"
"Most of them have left; there are only a few in the front yard."
