There was no one in the living room on the first floor, so she went directly upstairs to the bedroom she had been in the night before.
The door was shut. She knocked lightly.
After waiting for two seconds without hearing any response, she pushed the door open and entered, instantly being met with a strong smell of smoke that made her hold her breath reflexively.
Did this person not care about their lungs anymore?
The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, leaving the room dimly lit. Standing at the doorway, she could barely make out a person lying on the bed.
It was already close to nine and he's still not awake. Is he really sick?
He deserves it if he is!
Just as she was contemplating whether to wake him up immediately or to wait a bit longer, the man on the bed stirred, his eyebrows creased as he opened his eyes.
Perhaps he was not fully awake yet, he squinted at her for a while before rasping, "Why are you here again?"
"Don't you know why I'm here?"
