It wasn't enough. She picked it up and kneaded it in her hands before throwing it onto the ground and stamping on it barefoot.
The feathers of the pillow scattered all around the room.
After venting her frustration, Jing Yiren found Lu Ming had still not returned to the room.
She wore an expression of desolation, yet she couldn't bring herself to go find Lu Ming.
Climbing into bed, she clutched the pillow, running her fingers over the small handful of feathers still clutched in her hand.
Leaning her chin on the pillow, her face was etched with melancholy.
"Lu Ming! Uncle! Isn't my apology enough? I'm so hungry! Won't you come with me to get something to eat?"
"If you don't come in by the count of three, I will lock the door!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"I'll give you another chance. I'll count to ten!"
"One, two, three...ten!"
Jing Yiren counted all the way to ten before swiftly turning her head, only to be met with an empty, half-open doorway.
