813 Not Envious of The Earthliness (1/2)

Blub!

Inside the bathtub, a string of bubbles emerged.

Sihwa stuck her head and shoulders out of the water, sleepily wiped the water off of her face, and yawned.

It was quiet towards the direction of the bedroom; there were no other sounds other than the sound of the monkey typing.

She was still not fully awake. If it wasn't for the sunlight that happened to shine on the water through the curtains of the small bathroom window––where a small angle of refracting light hit her face at the bottom of the tub––she would most likely not be awake now.

In the past, when Zhang Zian would go into the bathroom to wash up, Sihwa would often be woken up from the noise. Ever since she had gotten her phone, she had started going to sleep later at night. She would always play with it until the battery was left with only one percent before reluctantly putting it down and calling Zhang Zian over to charge it for her. When she woke up the next day, the fully charged phone would always be placed on the bathroom cabinet.

She glanced at the screen and took a look at the time. The 100 percent battery gave her an inexplicable sense of security. It was a little short of nine in the morning; it was not too late, but Zhang Zian and the other elfins were used to getting up early.

Outside the window, a faint voice could be heard coming from downstairs. She brushed up the curtains and raised her hand to block the sunlight, then squinted her eyes and looked down. She saw Zhang Zian holding onto the dog and talking to two other strangers while walking outside. One of the men was carrying a camera that looked really professional.

She thought about it and guessed that the two were probably people from the television station because she had watched a drama with plots set around television stations.

Zhang Zian went out with them and she did not know where they went. No one would come up to the second floor for the time being––because she had never seen anyone other than Zhang Zian come up to the second floor.

She pressed on the camera icon, slanted her head and did a peace sign, then took a selfie without saying a word.

”En, today I'm pretty pretty!” She looked at her own photo with satisfaction.

There were already a lot of photos in the photo album––99 percent of which were her selfies––which all looked a bit similar because the background of the selfie was very monotonous. It was all the same bathtub, tiles, and bathroom shelves.

Other than the selfies, there were also some ordinary photos, which were shot with the rear camera. The angle of the photos taken was almost the same: They were all taken from the high angle. It was the photos she took of the pedestrians from outside the small bathroom window, and there were also pictures of birds that had descended onto the window sill.

The rear camera was actually much more powerful than the front camera; it was able to bring the subject closer, and it could also make the picture look much more clear—the scientific name was known as zoom.

While the pedestrians were unaware, Sihwa would save their actions and expressions through taking a picture, and after that, she would carefully examine the pictures. Sometimes, she would be able to see the anxiety and desire on their faces. She was intrigued watching them––whether it was a raise or a promotion, a wish for a relationship and kids, malicious competitions, gains and losses, all them were part of the weight of life.

She was a little envious of the human leg––well, she was very envious. Whether they were long or short, fat or thin, they could go wherever they wanted to go––even on an impromptu trip.