A Believable Reason

Lyca let out a loud sigh as she stretched on her bed. Just as she expected, it was indeed very tiring to deal with stuff like this. She badly wanted to complain but felt no one would understand her anyway. Shen Qui might probably look at her and think that she was a selfish coldhearted b*tch when her grandfather was dying, and all she does was complain.

Lyca already dealt with a lot of death in her previous life. Was it possible to say that she was used to it? Or maybe… just maybe something was indeed wrong in her thinking. Lyca sighed and sat on her bed. Shen Qui was still in her father's office with her mother while she insisted on staying in her room. This gave her the time to be alone and think about things.