Ulu was once again awakened by a bout of rapid coughing.
He, who never suffered from morning irritability, truly wanted to explode along with the world at this moment; he couldn't remember the last time he had woken up naturally. Previously, it had been his own coughing that awakened him, and now it was someone else's coughing.
Damn it, was the world terminally ill?
Was there not a single healthy person?!
In extreme anger, he shouted at the wall, "Can't it be a bit quieter?! Will you let anyone sleep?"
Afterward, Ulu was startled by his own shouting.
Was his voice that loud?
Before he could sort it out, a soft step sounded in the corridor. Ulu could imagine the person tiptoeing cautiously. Then the footsteps stopped, and he heard the landlady's apologetic words outside his door, "Sorry, guest, I accidentally disturbed you."
