Is she really a nurse?
Awakening bleary-eyed, the person who just woke up seemed to have rested poorly yesterday, even her gaze appeared a bit dazed.
Under such a gaze, Fu Qian also scrutinized her up and down, calmly assessing the other's appearance.
Red lips and green eyes, she couldn't be older than thirty.
Her slightly curled hair was dazzlingly blonde, though it was probably dyed.
Her appearance matched the voice earlier perfectly, the person standing beside him was clearly a young woman, even with quite a good-looking appearance.
As for why he first guessed she was a nurse, it was quite simple— the classic swallow-tailed cap, which she didn't even remove during her sleep, and her white uniform.
Everything seemed different, yet somehow consistent, merely changing the imagery.
If his experiences in the garden were some cult thriller, the scene before him was reset under sunlight.
Even better, like springtime.
