Xiao Cui hummed a little tune, leisurely cleaning, looking quite content.
Obviously.
Without the troublesome master Su Qianqian, Xiao Cui's days were passing quite well.
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.
"Xiao Cui!"
Xiao Cui was so startled that she shivered, and the feather duster in her hand fell to the ground.
She knew this voice too well.
In the dead of night, Xiao Cui often dreamt of Su Qianqian.
Dreamt of Su Qianqian getting into trouble.
Dreamt of her dying miserably.
Dreamt of her suffering all kinds of inhumane torture.
Then, she would wake up laughing.
Xiao Cui thought she would never see Su Qianqian again in this lifetime.
But she didn't expect that voice she regarded as a nightmare to suddenly reappear.
"M-Miss?"
Xiao Cui uncertainly looked around, but didn't see Su Qianqian's figure, thinking it was just an auditory hallucination, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Just then, the voice rang out again.
"Xiao Cui!"
