Saturday morning, the weather was bright and sunny.
The curtains and windows had all been opened, and a gentle breeze drifted inside. The little black room was basking in sunlight again after so long.
But in the living room, a long-haired girl seemed to be performing some evil ritual to summon the Old Ones??
"You know (melancholy)."
"Prison Door, you've been with me the longest. You're also the most loyal one. How many storms have you shielded me from??"
The girl took a deep breath and placed her damp right hand against the front door, evenly spreading the water stained with meat-washing water across the paint. With immense relief, she said, "Sorry for the trouble??"
Then she fell to her knees with a thump. A hint of tears seemed to appear in her eyes as she choked out toward the floor, "Prison Floor, you're just as loyal as Prison Door. You endure my trampling every day. Sorry for the trouble too??"
Some of the water on her left hand also stained the floor.
She slowly rose and solemnly walked over to the only three pieces of advanced equipment in the room besides her phone and computer.
The big-butt TV!??
Although it was already covered in dust and could no longer operate properly or show programs, its companion antenna satellite dish had long since fallen off.
Still, aside from the sofa, it was the living room's only decoration.
"You..." Hua Xin was momentarily speechless, unable to find the right words. In the end, she patted the TV's big rear and said with slight relief, "You've worked hard serving as a vase."
The pressure cooker in the kitchen let out a sharp explosive cry, instantly snapping the girl out of her reminiscing. She then charged decisively toward the kitchen.
Meat!