Zheng Qianqian regretted slamming the door the moment she did it.
Zhai Min was sick, and actually, Qianqian wasn't the least bit anxious. Even if Min wrecked havoc at home, Qianqian didn't care; after all, Min wasn't any calmer when she wasn't sick, and she did even more disgusting things back then. But being sick—or rather possessed—though she would scatter food everywhere and the house was a mess every day, looking unkempt... at least every time Qianqian saw her clear eyes, she knew Min had a good heart.
If it weren't for seeing her own mother anxious and upset every day, she wouldn't want to bother with it at all! Even if Min remained crazy forever, Qianqian privately thought it was much better than before! But she was just an ordinary girl, and such thoughts were merely that, fleeting; she knew she could never really accept it.
