Qu Weichen had a good night’s sleep.
She was woken up by No.9’s alarm clock—after all, no matter what, you can’t slack off on hard work making up for lack of talent.
As soon as Qu Weichen remembered how long she’d kept up her morning workouts, she snapped awake.
But as soon as she sat up, she realized she was lying on a soft couch in a small but well-furnished room.
Sitting up, she saw a neatly folded set of clean clothes by the bed—a set of casual long sleeves and pants, probably brought by Chen Qingjue.
The wound...
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