Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling.
Lifting his head, he heard the sound of the range hood from the kitchen and the seemingly endless noise from the living room that had not ceased since early morning, chaotic yet comforting.
Behind the pushed-open door, a pair of black, beady eyes sneakily peeked through. Noticing Ji Jue raising his head, the youngest sibling stealthily squeezed in with his homework book, and in a hushed voice, asked, "Second brother, how do you write this?" with his homework completely blank.
Outside the cramped bedroom, Lu Ling's irate complaints carried through, "Big brother, why are your underpants hanging on the door frame again!"
"Oh, come on, hanging them there for a bit is no big deal!" The person scraping his feet while scrolling through videos on the couch turned over, unconcerned.
"Mom, look at him!"
