Li Shiyi had a rare, lazy sleep; when she woke, Song Shijiu had already wrung out a kerchief and spread it across her face. Li Shiyi opened hazy eyes and tilted her head to look at her; Song Shijiu shifted the kerchief, laid out on her forehead, slightly, the rising steam joining her line of sight. Li Shiyi drew her gaze back and turned her head, the muscles on her neck stretching visibly. Song Shijiu blinked; usually, when she met Li Shiyi's gaze, she was that kind of being unable to hold her own for three or four moments; yet this time, Li Shiyi had withdrawn her forces; even the action of already retreating was done as easily as handling a butcher's cleaver. She tilted her head, immersing the kerchief in the water, soaking it for a few moments and then wringing it out once more, sitting at the side of the bed and passing it to Li Shiyi. Li Shiyi took it with a single hand, closing her eyes and massaging her temples, and then placed it between her eyes and pressed down. Her m...