"Strange, I haven't seen that girl open her door for days now. I hope she hasn't come to any harm, has she?"
"That can't be..."
"When has she ever gone this long without showing up?"
"Right, right, she's just a young girl, anything could've happened. Should we go in and check on her?"
"Isn't that too much?"
"That girl is fierce."
"If it weren't for her, you'd still be lying in the hospital bed right now. Don't you have any conscience?"
"Ah..."
In the narrow corridor, several uncles and aunties crowded together, vigorously discussing whether or not to go in.
Behind this group stood a man in a suit and leather shoes, craning his neck from the staircase corner to peer inside.
Creak...
Just as they were intensely debating, the door suddenly opened.
"What are you doing?"
The girl wore a tank top, one corner of it tucked into her oversized shorts, her feet in flip-flops, with an unwell look on her face as she stared at them.
