An Ying's sleep quality wasn't good, and she woke up in a half-dream, half-awake state. Moonlight gleamed through the window, and under the faint light, An Ying slowly got up.
When her hand touched the warm body, she looked up in a jolt. In the dim light, An Yin was sleeping soundly, her quilt already kicked off. Curled up like a ball, she must have been cold. An Ying quickly covered An Yin with the quilt again, muttering to herself, "Such a grown-up, yet still kicking off the quilt!"
There was a hint of reproach in An Ying's words, but her eyes were filled with affection!
An Ying got up and went to the bathroom.
Back in her bedroom, she didn't immediately lie back down. Moving softly, she walked towards the window, looking up at a crescent moon high in the sky. Skyscrapers rose from the ground around her, limiting her view to only a corner of the sky and the old building opposite.
