"If you need anything, just call."
Leaving behind a somewhat gentle, businesslike phrase, the attendant wearing a blue cap, a red uniform, and a green skirt pushed away a large garbage bag on a cart, leaving only four dazed passengers in the room.
The clean room was free from any dust, with only a faint fishy-sweet scent lingering in the air. The ghost girl whose filthiness had been confiscated by the attendant curled up in the corner of the lower bunk across, wrapped in a blanket and shivering, while the remaining two seemed oblivious to what had happened, looking dumbfounded. Mango girl even wiped off the paper on her face and asked,
"Are we still playing?"
"Ask Lin Jiaxin," Feng Xue lifted his chin, and Mango girl immediately turned to Lin Jiaxin. Seeing her pale face, she shook her head helplessly,
