Inkflow Spire Chronicles; Sun Yuying’s Daily Life. A Silent Guardian: Chief Xiu’s Watch Over a Disciple She Cherishes Like a Daughter.

Inkflow Spire.

It stood tall as a peak wreathed in clouds that carried the scent of ink and paper.

In her cramped living quarters, Sun Yuying snapped awake.

She stared silently at the ceiling for a short minute.

Being a messy sleeper, her bed and hair were already in disarray from the little sleep she managed to get. With tired eyes, she bore a striking resemblance to a sleep-deprived sloth as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

The white-haired beauty muttered, "I feel so exhausted." She looked somewhat sad, but it wasn't truly because of her lack of sleep.

Sleeping was something I really struggled with as a child. I can't fully recall, but I think my mom used to sing me songs to help me sleep at night. I had this fear that if I closed my eyes, everyone would disappear by the time I woke up. And things got even worse after the Dragon Township Incident.