C632 What a Pitiful Fate

The next morning, Qingge woke up from her slumber, sunlight streaming over her, her skin as fair and luminous as milk. Her long lashes fluttered slightly as a gentle breeze drifted in, bringing a refreshing coolness that made her open her eyes.

She raised her hand to stifle a small yawn, and as the covers slipped from her shoulders, she quickly pulled her robe back up and got out of bed