Wen Jiaren slept until noon, opening her eyes without knowing where she was.
This was no longer the children's room she had gone to bed in last night. She abruptly sat up in bed, and the soreness in her body made her gasp in pain. She surveyed the completely new and unfamiliar room, propped up her aching body, and got out of bed. The floor was even carpeted, soft and comfortable to step on.
The room's decor was very warm. The bed was two meters wide, with goose-yellow curtains adorned with light patterns that were very elegant. The dressing table was large, emptily lacking any objects, accompanied by a pretty and stylish armchair with two heart-shaped cushions on it, making one want to lie down on it at first glance.
