Lin Nianhe sat up on the kang bed for three minutes before she regained her senses and confirmed that it was Sister Lan calling at the door, not Aunt Xue.
She let out a long breath, responded with a call, and then picked up the watch beside the pillow.
It was eight o'clock.
Lately, she had indeed been extremely tired. Outside, she was habitually on guard, waking up at the slightest noise during the night. Once home, she felt secure, and now she had slept nearly twelve hours.
"Coming, coming..."
Lin Nianhe casually grabbed an army coat to drape over herself and shuffled to the door in her slippers.
The sunlight outside was blinding, and she squinted, instinctively using her hand to shield her eyes from the light.
Seeing her, Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest with one hand and wiping sweat with the other: "You scared me to death. Are you alright?"
Lin Nianhe was puzzled: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"