"It's stormy outside. Running to the piano hall on the deck to play the piano alone at night, have you gone mad?" Miss Hong, wearing a pure white nightgown, stepped with a pair of disposable slippers.
"There's still an audience," Xu Xiaoyou said with her head raised.
"If I wasn't here just now, were you planning to smash a hole through this place?"
"Well, you were here."
"Tsk."
Miss Hong had no good impression of this person, who just last night had blatantly tried to pry into her affairs.
"Hurry back. Stop wandering around here alone."
Xu Xiaoyou sighed, with a slight look of melancholy on her face:
"To be honest, I've been losing sleep over that ghost story circulating on the ship, to the point that even sleeping pills don't work."
"Can you bear to see an insomniac tossing and turning in bed, with bloodshot eyes and listless the next morning?"
