Westheid was woken by a rich fragrance of fresh grass and medicinal balm. The warm, comfortable blankets made him want to never open his eyes again.
This led Duke Qinghui to sigh at how much his sleep quality had improved. 'Or perhaps,' he thought, 'a mortal body is simply this fragile. A little hardship, and it's already yearning for a soft bed.'
Westheid gave a self-deprecating smile and sat up in bed. The room appeared to be a standard guest room in a Monastery, fully furnished. A holy icon was carved into the wall.
'This holy icon... Just as I thought. It's the same as the one in the Monastery from Wan Qi's memories.'
'So I'm... '
"You're awake?"
Not long after Westheid awoke, he heard the door open. A girl with white hair and red eyes walked in, carrying a tray.
Wan Qi wore a dress with a cinched waist. The white top was detailed with gold thread, while the bottom half was a long, azure skirt, giving her a pure and elegant air.
