The next morning.
The rain had lightened considerably.
Beneath the gloomy sky, a layer of mist shrouded the lush vegetation of the Spring Lotus Garden, obscuring the view in a hazy blur.
It was impossible to see clearly.
Weather like this, however, brought Xiaodie a little joy.
It wasn't because Chen Yi hadn't left early, but because he was still resting in the study.
By the candlelight, she could see his figure sitting cross-legged on a chair.
His face was calm, his eyes closed.
He was clearly sleeping soundly.
Xiaodie took a quiet peek, then tiptoed out of the study, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle a smile.
She had woken up even earlier today than yesterday; thankfully, her efforts had not been in vain.
With that thought, she ran upstairs to tidy up the room.
"Huh?"
Xiaodie tilted her head in confusion as she looked at the damp long robe and undergarments hanging on the rack, her twin hair buns tilting to one side along with her head.
