I opened Casper's chat box, filled with "Stella." I quickly glanced at it; it was probably about the studio's profit sharing and benefits.
I replied briefly and looked up at Luxor.
Luxor looked at my leg and the screen of my phone. For a moment, he didn't know where to start asking.
"Your leg..."
I looked down.
"It's been set with a steel plate. Anything else?"
Luxor's eyes briefly flashed with guilt, and he wanted to come forward to help me.
I dodged away, leaving Luxor feeling somewhat dejected, standing with his hands hanging by his sides.
"That day, Sherry got injured. You know, she felt dizzy and said she couldn't breathe properly. I wanted to take her for a check-up and then come back..."
But he looked into my eyes and couldn't continue.
Sherry's injury was just a minor knock on her hand, covered with a large adhesive bandage.
As for me, I was left alone in a burning building. If it weren't for a kind person who saved me, I might not have made it out alive.
Luxor coughed lightly, bringing my attention back.
"It's also because Sherry didn't eat anything today and has low blood sugar, so I went to take care of her, which delayed me."
I stopped at the guest room doorway, turning back to look at him quietly.
"It's only right, after all, she's your neighbor's little sister. You should pay more attention to her."
He was taken aback, not expecting me to say that.
In the past, I would have interrogated him fervently, asking who was more important to him.
"Stella, why are you acting so strange? There's nothing between Sherry and me."
I interrupted him coldly.
"She's just your little sister. You just need to take better care of your sister. I get it. Are you satisfied now?"
Luxor was left speechless by my retort.
"You don't need to tell me anything else. I don't want to know. You can go and care for your dear little sister."
Luxor stood still, struggling to say.
"Then go to bed early."
The next morning, I was awakened by a commotion.
Sherry came.
"Luxor, why hasn't Stella gotten up yet? You spoil her too much."
"I brought so many things to see her. Why isn't she getting up? Does she not welcome me? Or did I give Stella the wrong impression? Is she still mad at me? She is too petty."
I leaned against the door frame with one leg, quietly watching her acting wronged in front of Luxor.
Luxor ruffled her hair and comforted her gently
"Of course not. I'll go call her."