Once her eyes gradually adjusted to the light, she slowly opened them.
On the windowsill, a few sparrows chirped noisily, as if composing a symphony for this crisp autumn morning.
Shen You'an walked to the window and greeted them with a smile, "Hi, good morning."
The sparrows didn't fly away. One of them, bold enough, fluttered onto Shen You'an's shoulder and began circling her, flapping its tiny wings.
Breathing in the fresh air, basking in the bright morning rays, surrounded by majestic green mountains and gentle streams—and lively little creatures—it felt as though the gloom in Shen You'an's chest had been completely dispelled.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, followed by Luo Wan's gentle voice coming from outside.
"An'an, are you awake? It's time for breakfast."
"Mm, coming."
The girl opened the door. Luo Wan, standing by, glanced up unintentionally—and upon seeing her, suddenly gasped sharply.
"An'an, you…"
