"I know." After a good while, Ziyi responded softly and hung up the phone.
Ziyi pursed her lips and stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked to the kitchen.
There were still fruits in the fridge from two months ago that hadn't been eaten yet; it's a miracle they haven't completely rotted.
Ziyi thought for a moment, took all of them out, washed them clean, and carefully started cutting them with a fruit knife.
The only household chore she ever did was washing fruits, but she had never touched a knife.
She thought cutting fruit was easy, but after a long struggle, she only managed to peel off a small piece and almost cut herself.
Ziyi bit her lip, feeling a bit defiant.
Unwilling to give up, she took out a new apple, firmly pressed it down with her left hand, and forcefully pushed down with her wrist on the right hand—
"Hiss..." Ziyi sucked in a cold breath and threw away the fruit knife, blowing on her left index finger.
