The cool wind blows gently. I turn over lazily. The morning light shines on my face. It's a bit dazzling. I rub my sleepy eyes. It's morning. -

"princess, are you awake? Why don't you sleep a lot? " The dew, who is cleaning, comes to help me remove the poncho from the wooden frame. -

what's the matter? Didn't I watch the stars on the roof with Chen? When did you go back to bed? Is that a dream? I rubbed my temples a bit vaguely, took the wet towel from the dew and wiped my face. -

"why don't you sleep a lot? I told you to let...