Su Zhiyi paced around the room a couple of times before opening the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was packed full, mostly with designer clothes in her size.
Why did Song Lian's house have a wardrobe full of clothes that fit her?
She froze for a moment, then picked out a nightgown from the wardrobe. After showering in the ensuite bathroom, she drank the milk that had cooled down a bit.
She played on her phone in bed for a while, and before she knew it, drowsiness set in. She turned off her phone, yawned, and fell into a deep sleep.
The moon was veiled by clouds, and the bright moonlight was blocked by the sheer curtains from entering the room, leaving only a hazy glow.
Suddenly, two soft knocks sounded at the door—so faint they were almost inaudible.
The girl lying in bed slept soundly, her peaceful, serene face unchanged.
A few minutes later, the door slowly creaked open, the slight sound breaking the quiet of the night.
*
The sheer curtains couldn't block the early morning sunlight, which fell on the quilt, warming the soft blanket and making one want to sleep in.
Su Zhiyi was facing the window. The sunlight dispelled some of her sleepiness, and she blinked drowsily, consciousness hazy.
Sssshhh.
Half-asleep, she grabbed the quilt with her hands, covering the lower half of her face, and turned over, turning her back to the window, intending to sleep in.
After almost a minute, she suddenly sensed something was off.
Had she just heard some strange noise?
It sounded like... the clang of metal objects colliding?
Why would flipping over cause a metallic sound?
Su Zhiyi was instantly wide awake. She snapped her eyes open and looked at the parts of her body that felt uncomfortable.
On her snow-white ankles and delicate wrists, leather cuffs had been fastened, and the other ends of the cuffs were connected to the headboard and footboard.
The slightest movement made the chains rattle softly.
Su Zhiyi: "..."
Su Zhiyi: "?"
Su Zhiyi: "!"
Her cheeks still held the rosy flush of sleep, but her eyes, which had been half-closed and drowsy, flew open like a startled deer's.
She couldn't believe her eyes. She raised her hand and rubbed them several times, rubbing the corners red.
Wait...
What was going on?
She was still at Song Lian's place.
No, no, this isn't right... what are these cuffs on her wrists and ankles?
She had been imprisoned by Song Lian?!