Gu Xijiu examined the inside of the carriage and did not see any traces of someone else entering. She shook her head. It seemed like she had either sleepwalked or forgotten what happened. She stared at the bolster blankly for a moment. She knew who she had taken the bolster to be last night.
Sometime later, her palms suddenly pressed onto the bolster, and the bolster, which she had taken as her support in her sleep, crumbled into dust and disappeared. She needed to correct such a habit, even replacing it with a substitute if necessary!
After destroying the bolster, she suddenly thought of something. She raised her wrist and looked at it. Before she slept, her wrist was in trembling pain, but now it did not hurt at all! She unwrapped the cloth on her wrist and realized that the wound was now only a fine line that was pale red; not even visible unless she paid enough attention.