Angelina saw that Xu Xiaoyou hadn't spoken for a long time, looking uninterested, and walked into the house on her own.
"I say, you're really down and out, lowering yourself to stay in a place like this. Wow, this TV still works?"
Angelina kicked the TV a couple of times, and with a 'pop', the screen went dark. It seemed to be broken.
She scratched her head, feeling a bit at a loss.
"Anya..." Xu Xiaoyou's voice was hoarse.
Angelina felt uneasy under her intense gaze and silently turned her head away.
"Don't call me that, it's cringey even if it doesn't make you uncomfortable."
Xu Xiaoyou sniffled.
She didn't know why. Although the other person was abrupt, she didn't feel out of place at all.
"Maybe this is destiny."
Xu Xiaoyou smiled with relief, wanting to give Angelina a hug.
Angelina, seeing her so dirty, felt some resistance, but seeing Xu Xiaoyou's pitiable appearance, felt unable to refuse, and ultimately didn't reject the girl's embrace, letting her hug her tightly.
