C573 Anxious as Fire

There was everything in the room, even a woman's pajamas and clothes. They were all new, but they were not suitable for her. She liked to be simple, so she casually took one of the pajamas and went to the bathroom.

She was wiping her hair as she walked out of the bathroom, holding the small wedge in her hand. She didn't know if it would be useful, but she was used to it.

Opening the window