Why is everything so unlucky?
It's like ever since I met Ye Tian, nothing has gone smoothly, a sense of déjà vu as if even drinking cold water could get stuck in my teeth.
Xu Youya casually rinsed off and then, wearing a lace nightgown thin as a cicada's wing, prepared to check the wiring.
The wound on her leg hadn't fully healed, so she was limping as she walked.
The circuit was disconnected, which was a very fatal problem.
Without electricity, she couldn't do anything; a woman in a pitch-black room felt as if it were haunted by ghosts.
"Dear God, are you trying to kill me?"
Xu Youya let out a long sigh, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her swollen ankle, and then applied some topical purple medicine.
The piercing pain made her unable to help but shed tears.
She struggled for a bit, enduring the pain as she headed towards the room Ye Tian had just left.
