As the light in the room dimmed again, the girl finally moved her palm away from her eyes and said weakly, "Don't, don't... draw the curtains anymore."
"Okay," Ma Lu complied smoothly, stepping back a few paces from the window, "What's your name?"
"Zhen Ye."
"Zhen Ye? You don't look wild at all."
Zhen Ye didn't know how to respond and could only stand there awkwardly.
"Ms. Chen and Mr. Zhou are your..."
"Guardians."
"You're not yet 18, are they your parents?" Ma Lu raised his eyebrows.
"No, no, she's my aunt and and her husband, I... last month I turned 18... celebrated with friends."
"You have friends?"
"Yeah, yeah, we... form a team... to grind dungeons together."
"Oh, online friends."
Compared to the average person, Zhen Ye's reactions were a bit slow, and after Ma Lu asked a question, she typically took two or three seconds before answering, and she wasn't very articulate when she spoke.