The moment Zhu Yu woke up, she was still a bit confused.
She remembered she was perfectly fine, clear-headed, then suddenly she felt dazed, as if enveloped by a mist. She couldn't see the people around her clearly, nor could she hear the surrounding sounds. She only felt a faint breath beside her that made her feel exceptionally at ease, leaving her mind no time to react, only wanting to move closer, desperately chasing that feeling of stability and comfort.
But somehow, she felt as if she was tightly bound by the spider silk of the Spider Demons of the Silk Cave, unable to move, no matter what.
She struggled for a long time, ultimately failing and falling into an exhausted slumber.
When she woke again, she found herself tightly wrapped in a quilt from shoulders down, with her head nestled in Lu Qing's chest.
