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25. Artists are people too(2/2)

And successfully arrived at a floor she was familiar with.

But before getting out of the elevator, she subconsciously glanced at Liu Xin'an's house at the other end of the corridor.

After standing quietly at the elevator entrance for a while, she patted her face hard and walked home.

As if venting her depressed mood, she slammed the door hard and walked into the bathroom angrily.

I haven't changed clothes yet, I have to take a shower first.

After washing away the fatigue on her body, Pei Zhuxuan, who was wearing pajamas, turned on the floor heater, then wiped her long hair that was still slightly damp, and went to the living room to sit down cross-legged.

The phone was placed in front of him, and what was on the screen was the chat box between himself and his neighbor Liu Xin'an.

The content of the chat still stayed at yesterday, which meant that from today to now, she and Liu Xin'an had not chatted online.

Sometimes it doesn't even take seven days to form a habit.

She seems to be used to chatting with this guy on the phone or on the balcony.

Even if it's just not nutritious, it will make her feel much better.

The speculation that filled her heart was gradually evolving towards reality.

The girl wiped her long hair with her hand for a moment, then she raised her hand irritably and kneaded the long hair that was finally smooth again into a chicken coop.

"What am I doing..."

She murmured, hugged her knees with her hands, and curled up.

"Dang~"

The notification sound on her phone brought her out of the abyss of random thoughts.

She raised her eyes and looked at her phone. She could tell from the notification tone that it was not the notification tone of a familiar chat software.

However, in addition to the chat software, her phone now also has notification sounds...

Sure enough, it was the Chinese software that Liu Xin'an taught her to download yesterday.

Because the name is a string of letters, she can also recognize it.

The image of a small TV was placed in the middle of the mobile phone, and the content was all in Chinese, which she couldn't understand at all.

But...she recognized Liu Xin'an's name.

To be precise, it is Liu Xin'an's personal account.

By some strange coincidence, Pei Zhuhyun clicked on that push notification.
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