Just as she was wondering, Liu Li came in carrying a plate of fruit.
"You're awake? Did you sleep well?"
She walked to the bedside, set down the fruit plate, and leaned over to check Song Qingya's complexion, her voice full of concern.
"I'm fine."
Song Qingya took an apple.
"What's going on outside? Why is it so lively?"
The flesh of the fruit was crisp and sweet, the juice bursting in her mouth. She chewed slowly, her gaze drifting toward the window.
Liu Li pulled over a chair and sat down, her expression turning grave.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"It's about Dean Yuan. I don't know what's going on, but suddenly a bunch of people have been showing up these past two days."
"If you ask me, they're all after the dean's position."
She lowered her voice as she said this, but she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes.
