When Sia entered the room, a bright smile was plastered on her face.
She stepped inside without any hesitation, the door closing behind her with a soft sound. Her eyes drifted around slowly, scanning the apartment from corner to corner.
The cracked walls, the old ceiling fan producing a faint CREAKING sound, the worn-out bed placed near the wall and the ragged curtains filled with claw marks.
Her smile twitched slightly.
She took a few more steps inside, boots making soft sounds against the floor as she turned her head left and right.
Then her gaze finally landed on Silas.
"Silas," she said casually, tilting her head slightly. "You really do live in a small place."
She paused for a second, then added bluntly. "Are you poor?" Silas, who was standing near the table, froze.
His face twisted instantly, eyebrows knitting together as his eye twitched slightly. He slowly turned his head toward her, his expression clearly displeased.
