Su Qinglan did not even realize when she fell asleep. The moment her head touched the soft pillow, sheer physical and mental exhaustion completely took over her body.
Her mind had been filled to the brim with fear, confusion, and the old man's terrible, ominous prophecy. But after weeping silently in the dark for so long, her body finally gave out.
She didn't know how much time had passed. She only knew that something warm and wet was suddenly licking the back of her hand.
Lick.
Lick.
Lick.
Su Qinglan frowned slightly in her sleep, her eyelids feeling heavy.
"Mm..." She moved her hand weakly, trying to push away whatever was disturbing her rest, but the warm little tongue followed her movements with relentless determination.
Lick. Lick.
"Stop..." Her sleepy voice was barely an audible whisper.
The little creature did not stop. Instead, it continued licking her hand with intense focus. Su Qinglan's brows twitched, and she finally forced her eyes open.
