Under the scorching summer sun, cicadas on the trees never ceased their relentless chirping.
Gu Jiao woke up amidst the persistent cicada calls, slowly opening her eyes, which were bound by a bandage. She reached out and removed the bandage.
The harsh light immediately flooded in, and she instinctively closed her eyes and turned her head away, waiting to adjust to the brightness before looking again.
Through her blurry vision, she could faintly make out the familiar windowsill, the familiar table, the familiar chair, and... the familiar little figure on the floor.
There were no classes at the Academy today.
Xiao Jingkong had nowhere else to go, so he stayed in the room, playing while he waited for Gu Jiao to wake up.
It was hot, and Xiao Hen had laid out a cool mat for him on the floor.
As he played, he eventually sprawled on the ground, his cheek pressed into a chubby squish, drool pooling beneath his face, and his little bottom sticking up in the air as he slept soundly.
