C169 Your own decisions

There was a birdsong outside the window.

When Su Qing opened his eyes, what entered his eyes was a snow-white bedsheet, it did not seem to be her. Where was she? Su Qing was a little confused, she rubbed her sore neck and sat up.

"You're awake?"

A low and gentle male voice came out from above Su Qing's head.

Only then did Su Qing remember that she had slept on real weight's sickbed all night