After more than half an hour, Xuan Shiran finally cleaned the room. Although it couldn't change the old feeling here, at least it looked hygienic, clean and comfortable.
After she put down her rolled-up sleeves, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Then she turned around and was about to say something, but the words suddenly stopped on her lips without making a sound.
She squinted her eyes and smiled softly, only to see that Luka on the chair had fallen asleep on the makeshift bed.
Xuan Shiran walked over lightly, then carefully picked him up and walked to the bed covered with relatively clean sheets that he had just found in the cabinet. He gently put Luka on the bed and pulled him up.
He was covered with the quilt that he had just stolen when he went out to pour water.
Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and a red light passed through Xuan Shiran's arm. With the appearance of that light, suddenly, in front of the unclosed door, there were three figures reflected on the floor.
"Relief" a familiar voice came from behind. Xuan Shiran turned her head and saw Feng Liexing and his party looking at her. There was no casual feeling like before. She found different depths of apology in her eyes.
"Shh!" She didn't lose her temper. Instead, she smiled quietly and put her finger to her lips. She looked sideways at Luka, who was sleeping on the bed, and reminded Feng Liexing and the others to keep their voices down.
The three of them walked in lightly, closed the door gently, and stood far away from the bed with Xuan Shiran. This place was not big to begin with, so there were so many tall and tall people in the room.
It would be a lie to say it’s not crowded.
"Relief, I" Feng Liexing looked apologetic, not knowing how to face Xuan Shiran in front of him or what to say.
Lan Ziye and Shui Lijin looked up at the room and frowned.
"I'm fine." Xuan Shiran smiled calmly, without any pretense, "We couldn't have predicted that something like this would happen, and I'm not well now. Don't worry, this life will pass soon."
"But it's unreasonable that they can't arrange for you to live in such an ungodly room." Lan Ziye frowned, with great dissatisfaction on his expression.
"It's okay, Ziye." Seeing that Lan Ziye finally cared about her, she was relieved and happy, and her mood naturally improved a lot, "Don't blame them, this is reality."
"Relief, we" "really don't need it." Before Shui Lijin could finish her words, Xuan Shiran shook her head gently in rejection, "What you do will only put more pressure on me.
I can improve things myself, and I said, this life will pass quickly."