After finishing the day's itinerary, Emerald Sparrow finally had time to soak in the bathhouse to relax, and then, close to midnight, she lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a while.
In the small, well-ventilated room, the evening breeze occasionally brushed through, carrying a faintly damp scent of fresh grass. It quickly eased the tension of anyone lying on the bed, evidenced by Lin Xiaolu's even breathing on the bed next to hers, and the silent stillness from Xia Liang further away.
Emerald Sparrow felt she should also relax a little, but the sheer number of events that had transpired today left her with too many lingering thoughts. Acknowledging the potential implications of her and Lin Yun sharing the same birthday was something she couldn't ignore, and the discussions she'd had with Mo He also weighed heavily on her mind.
