She shut the door behind her and looked at her somewhat tidy room. "It's just been two days," She whispered to herself quietly. If this had been how many days Mei and Xiaobo had been gone, it was an alarming number—it still is, Xiaobo was still gone.
But if it was Xue's departure.
Then it was quite brief but also a terrible thing.
"I should have just asked Mou Gu immediately or even Hua Zhao," Chan Lee slid down onto the floor and rested her head against her door, "I should have asked Shen An Na when we met." And yet her mind had turned elsewhere, her chest had squeezed tightly at the cafeteria as she tried to finish her lunch and leave the place.
Now both large crowds and empty rooms made her uneasy.
