C417 Change

Early the next morning, Chen Zhixuan stretched a big lazy stretch and emerged from his tent.

As he got up, Zhuo Ying, who had been inside the tent, quickly followed suit.

Her hair was a tousled mess, yet her clothes were neatly worn, lacking the allure typically associated with a beauty's first moments of wakefulness.

The reason was simple: she hadn't slept well at all the night before