Miss Tyrant, carrying her art tube, wandered around San Er's house for a bit. After dropping off a few things, she slipped out quietly. She wore a mischievous smile, like a kid who'd just successfully snatched a watermelon from someone else's field.
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San Er switched on a wall lamp in the tofu shop's first-floor living room, gripped a kitchen knife with both hands, and watched the second hand ticking on the clock hanging on the wall. Her eyelids drooped over and over again; she'd been sleepy for a while now.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door… startled, she realized it was Mr. Markem returning, and finally relaxed a little.
"Have some water first." San Er handed Markem a cup of warm water, grabbing a sip herself.
After such a nerve-wracking night, she hadn't had a drop to drink herself.
"There probably aren't many people around. You should be able to rest well for the rest of the night."
