Qiao Mu laid on the soft bed with her hands propping her chin up and looked at the tattered book and iron box that sat on the head of the bed, forlornly staring into space.
It was not until a rustling noise was heard from the window that Qiao Mu regained her focus and looked up. It was the weak chicken, who had gone out to party somewhere, climbing back inside through the window.
"Caw!"
Qiao Mu was too lazy to insult it and laid on the bed, unmoving, too lazy to even lift a pinky.
Her poor heart ached a lot right now. She was not in the mood to say anything.
The furry little chick jumped onto the bed and nestled against Qiao Mu before finding a comfortable position and laying down.
The pair laid on the bed for half a day without any exchange.
The child's eyes unblinkingly glared at the lousy book and box sitting at the head of the bed like they were her enemy. Half a day later, she finally released a long sigh.
