In the cramped room with a slight odor, an older-looking woman with a face full of wrinkles stood in front of a small bed.
She held a bowl of rice in her hands, topped with green peppers and shredded meat.
The woman gazed at the person on the small bed, a hint of worry on her face, but more fear...
Finally, the woman helplessly placed the bowl on a dirty old table nearby and left the room, turning her head with each step, slowly closing the door behind her.
Squeak—
The sound of the door closing was sharp and unpleasant.
The person lying on the bed sat up slowly only after the sound disappeared.
Chuzheng scanned the room. It was very small, with only the bed she was lying on, a simple fabric wardrobe, and the table with the bowl.
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To summarize the original owner's story, it was roughly a case of mistaken identity.
