Lu Shaodan stared at the delicate pale-red powder in the shoe box and took a sharp breath, then glanced at Ahqing's relaxed expression. One might have thought she was preparing a face mask!
But now that the brick was smashed like this, could it be that the wall would have a hole forever?
She thought swiftly, figuring out many solutions in an instant.
That was her nature. She preferred stability when possible, but when it wasn't, like how Ahqing would stir up trouble without a word, she wouldn't fuss about "how could she do this." At this moment, since the brick had already been removed, her thoughts were solely on how to remedy the situation.
Her mind buzzed with ideas—stealthily bringing in a brick from outside, buying some white putty, and patching it up herself—a scene that indeed broke the image of a lady from a great family.
However, her roommate was just that straightforward and direct. What could she do? She was desperate.
