C97 Three Hundred Years of Poetry

Liu Jiayi was woken up by the sound of water dripping. She vaguely heard the sound of playing ball coming from far away. She turned around and wanted to continue sleeping, but it was unknown if she was asleep.

"Willow with Smoke!" Willow smoke! Get up! It's time to get up! "

Liu Jiayan was jolted awake when he heard a call that sounded like someone was whispering. He sat up, rubbed his eyes