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The next day, as forecast, the torrential rain stopped. In an apartment in a neighborhood in Feng City, Lu Xingchen pushed open the window and began a thorough cleaning.
Although the air outside was stuffy, the air conditioner was on inside, and a faint lemon-cleaner smell drifted through the air, calming the mood.
Wearing an apron, gloves, and a mask, he was kneeling on the floor, using a rag to check every inch of the gaps between the wooden floorboards. His movements were as precise as defusing a bomb, leaving no single patch unchecked.
The whole room was so clean it was almost offensive. Novels and manga were neatly arranged on the bookshelf, and the TV was playing Doupo. On screen, the Flame Emperor Xiao Yan unleashed Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus, shaking heaven and earth. Accompanied by the hot-blooded BGM, Lu Xingchen couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curl up slightly.
