Shan Yifeng slowly stirred awake again, his eyes fluttering open again to the soft light filtering through the window.
A familiar voice greeted him almost immediately.
"I told you to rest," Elder Mati said, standing by the low table with her arms crossed.
His vision cleared and the first thing he saw was the unmistakable gleam of her smooth, shiny bald head.
"...You took the wig off," he muttered, blinking.
Mati shrugged with casual grace, the corner of her mouth twitching in amusement. "It gets itchy when worn too long. Besides, you're not exactly in any shape to tease me."
She held out a wooden cup. Steam curled lazily from its surface, carrying a fragrant scent, warm, soothing, and faintly sweet.
"Here. Drink this. It's brewed from pink ginger herb and moonstone flower. Good for your recovery… and it tastes good too."
Shan Yifeng pushed himself up with effort, wincing slightly, and reached for the cup with both hands.
