Qiao Mo had no idea how long she had been asleep.
When she woke up, her head felt dizzy, and her throat was painfully swollen, leaving her unable to speak.
"You're awake."
A voice came from beside the bed, leaving her a little dazed. It took a few seconds before she suddenly became fully awake, breaking into a cold sweat, and she looked warily at the man in front of her, then towards the door.
The bedside table and chair had been restored to their original places, and the lamp and suitcase were tidily arranged.
The door remained tightly closed, just like every time she woke up in this bed before.
It made Qiao Mo almost question whether everything from last night was just a dream.
Fu Nancheng glanced at her indifferently and handed over a glass of water, "Eat first, then take the medicine."
Qiao Mo held the glass of water without speaking, and after a while, she softly asked, "How did you get in?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng's expression darkened considerably.
