Chu Nanxi carefully set the torn manuscript paper aside, collected all the deliberately scattered snacks, and stored them in a bag, then meticulously wiped the piano with a tissue…
After ensuring the entire piano room was tidy and clean, Chu Nanxi picked up Cotton Candy, hid the manuscript paper in the snack bag, and slipped to her own door.
Next door, Li Hannian's door was tightly closed. Her gaze lingered on his door for a few seconds before she gently pushed her door open and returned to her room.
She placed the little one in its dog bed and swiftly cleared the books and clutter from the table, taking out tools used for book restoration from her backpack.
Turning on the desk lamp and adjusting the brightness higher, she carefully sorted the torn manuscript paper and bent down earnestly to repair it.
Outside, footsteps approached; she paused her work, nervously perking up her ears.
The knock on the door was tentative and light.
