Fang Ling didn't know how long he had been asleep when he finally opened his eyes.

He sat up and touched his forehead, feeling a slight bump that throbbed with pain.

He glanced over at Lan Yan, puzzled.

He vaguely remembered having a pleasant dream where he saw Lan Yan sneaking food. She was clumsy, much like Purple Bamboo had been at first, sometimes even biting her own teeth.