Xi Ning opened her eyes vigorously, and the automatic curtains had come through the faint sunlight because of time.

It's still a little dark in the house, I don't know if it's because Xia Xiyan hung a gauze curtain, or if it's cloudy.

Habitually reached out to the left to touch, but didn't touch anyone, Xi Ning almost a carp turned up from the bed, and the next second she fell directly into the quilt because of a headache.

"Uh......

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