It's as if I can already see my future, a life of utter darkness.
After Xiao Chen left, only the two of them remained in the room.
Pei Jiwang began to tidy up, hanging his few military uniforms in the only rickety wooden wardrobe in the bedroom.
His movements were swift and efficient, and he quickly put away his belongings.
Zi Xi remained standing in place, looking at the two huge suitcases that seemed completely out of place with her, as if they were some kind of hot potato.
She didn't know what she should do or what she could do.
Everything I've learned in the past eighteen years—piano, painting, foreign languages, flower arranging—has lost its meaning.
【What should I do? Should I open the box and hang up the clothes? But that wardrobe looks so dirty, what if there are cockroaches?】
Should I sweep the floor? But where's the broom? Oh my god, I don't even know how to use a broom...
[Does this mean I'll really have to cook for myself from now on? I might just set the house on fire!]
A huge sense of bewilderment and helplessness swept over her.
It wasn't that she didn't want to move, but the huge difference in environment and lack of skills left her paralyzed.
When Pei finished packing his things and came out, he saw her standing there blankly like an abandoned kitten, her eyes filled with confusion and vulnerability.
This is completely different from the previous little drama queen who was secretly full of malice.
He frowned slightly.
He anticipated the crying and complaining, and he had his own ways of dealing with it.
But this silent, soulless stillness left him feeling somewhat lost.
He silently walked to the wall, picked up a new broom leaning against it, wrapped it with a towel, and handed it to her.
"If you have nothing to do, you can sweep the floor."
Pei Jiwang's voice remained devoid of warmth.
But this was the most suitable and simplest task he could think of for her to do at the moment.
Zi Xi stared blankly at the broom handed to her. The rough wooden handle and the prickly bamboo branches felt unfamiliar to her.
Even though a towel was wrapped around it.
But this time she didn't refuse outright like she had before.
Instead, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly reached out with a look of resignation and took the heavy broom.
Sweeping the floor shouldn't be too difficult, right? I think I've seen it on TV...
Isn't it just a matter of waving it around?
Zi Xi gripped the broom handle with both hands and began to scribble on the ground in an awkward posture.
Her movements were clumsy and awkward; instead of sweeping away the dust, she stirred up even more dust, causing her to cough several times and almost tear up.
Pei Jiwang stood aside, watching her atrocious sweeping skills and her stubborn expression of being choked by the fumes but still refusing to give up, and found it all amusing.
She's delicate and clumsy, but... she doesn't seem like a bad person.
He said nothing, turned around, picked up a rag, and began wiping the only table.
As the last rays of the setting sun shone through the small window, casting a final, dim yellow patch on the muddy ground, the room finally looked a little more pleasing to the eye.
Although it is still rudimentary, at least there is less dust.
Zi Xi was so exhausted that she almost collapsed. She put down the broom, which felt like it weighed a ton, and felt that she could barely lift her slender arms.
She leaned against the wall, breathing slightly heavily, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead and a few stray hairs sticking to her cheeks, making her look somewhat disheveled.
Pei Jiwang handed her a glass of freshly boiled and cooled boiled water.
This time, Zi Xi did not refuse.
She took the enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed in red and drank hastily, not caring about her image.
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