The two entered the elevator.

Bai Youyou looked at Lin Xiao's somewhat haggard handsome face, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Senior, which one do you like?"

Lin Xiao chuckled, and the elevator doors opened with a ding. He strode out and said, "Open the door."

Bai Youyou said "Oh," and quickly walked out, opening the door to room 901.

Lin Xiao walked in, put his hand on the doorknob, and prepared to close the door. He said calmly, "Thank you! I'll take a shower and then go to sleep. Junior, you can go ahead and do your work."

Bai Youyou was taken aback, then crouched down and crawled under, saying as she changed her shoes, "Senior, you wash up, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

"I recently learned how to cook beef ramen, and I'm cooking it for my senior."

"Senior, eat your fill before you sleep, otherwise it'll be so uncomfortable to sleep hungry."

Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. He was at a loss with her and too lazy to waste any more words. Besides, he did seem to be a little hungry.

He turned on the tap, and hot water sprayed out from the showerhead, wetting Lin Xiao's eyebrows and eyes.

With his eyes closed, he clearly realized that his aunt was dead.

I'll never see my aunt again.

It's like he'll never see his parents again.

Although Feng Bairan was his biological father, he remembered the look of disdain he received when he was a child. He would remember that look for the rest of his life and could never erase it from his heart.

So, he was all alone in this world.

A sense of desolation, like a rootless duckweed, swept over Lin Xiao, and he suddenly felt unsteady on his feet.

He opened his eyes, regained his composure, and quickly washed his hair and body. Only then did he realize that he had no change of clothes.

So he wrapped himself in a bath towel, opened the bathroom door and peeked in. He saw Bai Youyou busy in the kitchen, so he slipped into the bedroom.

He closed the bedroom door, dried his hair in a minute, then pulled back the covers and lay down.

I closed my eyes, and a huge feeling of exhaustion suddenly washed over me.

"Senior, the noodles are ready." Bai Youyou's voice drifted over from afar.

But Lin Xiao could no longer make a sound; he could only hum in his subconscious before falling into a deep sleep.