Returning home, Zhuang Shuqing found it inconvenient to do anything with her injured hand. She gave up the idea of cooking and went downstairs to buy a few instant noodles.
Used to living alone, she didn't find independence to be difficult, but with one hand less, she truly felt it was extremely challenging, especially taking a bath.
Standing in the bathroom, Zhuang Shuqing struggled with her clothes, regretting her choice of clothing that day. What was she thinking wearing a pullover?
"Knock knock knock~"
Sounds of knocking came from outside, she rubbed her hair irritably, straightened her clothes, opened the bathroom door, and walked out, asking simultaneously, "Who is it so late..."
Opening the door, Zhuang Shuqing was stunned to see the figure before her, stammering, "You...why are... you here?"
