At that moment, all defenses and vigilance were withdrawn, replaced by Lu Mian's slightly heavy footsteps.
She walked up to a position one step away from the box.
The box was an insulated food container, and after she kicked its lid off, its contents were immediately visible.
Six burgers, neatly and securely arranged.
Without guessing, she knew who made them.
Just a neighbor, yet he gave her the feeling of someone "waiting for her to come home for a meal."
Her features, icy and guarded just a second ago, softened the next, her eyes filled with a haze and distance incomprehensible to others.
Lu Mian stood still, raising her hand to her heart.
There, slowly, a sensation trickled out, fine and itchy, sour and aching.
Wasn't it already dead?
Why was there still sensation?
Suddenly dejected, Lu Mian let her hand fall and parted her thin lips, expressionlessly drawing out three words.
"You win."
