At 7 a.m., the comforting warmth of sunrise began to spread.
Shen Hua, in anguish, pressed against her forehead. She lay uncomfortably on the couch, having not slept all night.
Yesterday, when Cui Yun sent her back to the East Courtyard, the vase was not retrieved. Cui Yun sternly admonished her afterwards, not allowing her to touch it. She was left to sulk in her temper.
That night, the girl tossed and turned, and finally lay rigidly on the couch, gazing straight at the canopy above. Sleep had completely forsaken her, leaving her even more alert.
Xie Xun's medicine pills were indeed effective; at dawn, the effects of the alcohol dissipated, and Shen Hua's consciousness gradually cleared.
Her body was feverish, but not as hot as the burning shame on her face. The events of last night replayed vividly in her mind.
Last night, she was desperate yet bold in displaying her undergarment.
