Su Xiaoou slowly awoke.
The ceiling was unfamiliar.
So was the bed.
She suddenly sat up in bed, realizing she was sleeping in an empty space.
But it was familiar now, this was the Magic House.
She yawned and looked toward Jiang Shu, who was sitting at a desk twenty meters away reading a book, and greeted him, "Good morning."
"Good morning." Jiang Shu yawned as well, as the Magic House had only one bed, so he had stayed awake all night, reading books borrowed from the reading room below.
Books on paper were rare in Lonely City, and most of them were essentials, including history and art, so his reading wasn't boring, and the night had passed quickly.
"I yesterday was..." Su Xiaoou thought for a moment, realizing she had no memory of last night.
No, it wasn't that she had no memory; she knew what she had done, but there were no images.
It was like forcefully converting an AVI video format into a TXT text format.
