The thing that was given?
Jiang Ci furrowed his brows and thought for a moment.
After all, the two of them lived together, and there were so many things they shared.
It's hard to say who gave what to whom, but buying something and not taking payment from the other was certainly common.
Strictly speaking, even the plastic stool beneath him was a gift from his roommate.
Seeing him silent for a while, Mu Yunchu spoke up, "The timing is at least before your bad luck started."
"This thing would most likely be something that's often close to you, and in most cases, wouldn't be thrown away."
The fog in front of him gradually cleared with Mu Yunchu's clear voice, and Jiang Ci's eyes visibly widened.
"I know what it is!"
"The pillow!"
"It's the pillow!"
He kept his voice down, afraid the person in the bedroom would hear, but still spoke so forcefully that the veins in his neck bulged.
As if everything made sense now.
Jiang Ci's face flushed with excitement.
