Standing in the hallway, Maomao took her hands out of her sleeves in order to reach out with one of them to open the door to Jinshi's sleeping chamber.

The peaceful atmosphere of a sunny summer morning was hanging in the air while the residents of the Imperial Palace gradually awoke from their sleep (the noble ones, of course, for the servants had already gotten up a long time ago). A few small clouds were floating leisurely over the blue sky, and the chirping of birds could be heard from outside, as though greeting the new day.

The apothecary frowned a bit as a particularly loud bird decided to land right next to a window. Ever since the incident that had occurred about two weeks ago, she had become unable to listen to bird songs without being instantly reminded of Jinshi's amnesia. Even though she had actually been the only one at fault there, not the birds.