C47 Triggered!

Qiao Yiyi's eyes fluttered open to the sunlight filtering through the light pink curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. It took her a moment to register that she was at the Mo residence. She reached behind her, half-expecting to find something, but the space was empty as anticipated.

She turned slowly, her gaze falling on the other half of the bed. The light pink sheets bore faint lines