Pampered By All In Different Planes

The second floor had many rooms, thirty in total, and they had classified and stored various supplies throughout the entire second floor, which was packed to the brim, to the point where even opening a door left no room to set foot inside.

The second floor was vast and spacious, but the supplies were so abundant that their combined volume could even surpass that of five medium-sized supermarkets.

A few rooms on the third floor were also used for food storage, and some for storing entertainment equipment.

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Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu walked one after the other to the third floor, where at the far north end of the room, a guqin was placed.

Su Zhiruan reached out and embraced the guqin in her arms.

While Wen Qingyu moved a stand and a stool.

She positioned the guqin properly.

"It seems the snow has lessened quite a bit." Wen Qingyu stood at the window, observing the snow outside.

Su Zhiruan followed his gaze and saw that outside the snow indeed had become much lighter; previously, large flakes had been falling thick and fast onto the ground, but today, small snowflakes, the size of palms, were drifting down from the sky.

Although these small snowflakes were still dozens of times larger than the snow before the apocalypse during winter, this was also a good sign for their current situation.

The view outside the third-floor windows of this building was mostly obstructed by snow, with only the topmost segment, around 10 centimeters, offering a glimpse of the outside world.

One could imagine just how heavy the snowfall was.

The location of this mental hospital was halfway up a hill, and from that narrow space looking out, everything was a vast expanse of white.

Located halfway up the hill, this three-story building of the mental hospital had a higher ceiling on each floor than a typical residential building, making the third floor here equivalent to four floors of an ordinary residence. Even so, it was submerged up to the very top.

As Wen Qingyu observed the scene outside, Su Zhiruan sat correctly in front of the guqin, donned her fingernails, and plucked a few notes.

A few monotone notes were played, emitting some crisp sounds in the silent space. Su Zhiruan's movements accelerated rapidly, and a series of smooth notes flowed from the tips of her fingers.

Wen Qingyu had been looking out the window but turned around at the sound of Zhiruan's guqin, watching her in silence.

Su Zhiruan's guqin skills were neither peak mastery nor particularly advanced; after all, she had not studied systematically or intentionally trained to become a guqin master. It was merely to stabilize her emotions and occasionally indulge in leisure and pleasure.

Wen Qingyu silently listened to the music she played. These tunes were different from the popular music of the day, as if they had been passed down from a distant past. If one closed their eyes to listen, they might feel as though they were transported to an ancient world.

Su Zhiruan played the guqin at a pace that was neither fast nor slow.

Initially, her plucking of the strings had been somewhat rustic, but as her movements unfolded, fluent melodies quickly emerged. She sat upright, and the sound of the guqin was like the tinkle of a spring, pleasing and uplifting to the listener.

At the end of the piece, Wen Qingyu applauded her.

"It's an honor to have listened to such beautiful music," Wen Qingyu expressed his sincere admiration.

"A bet is a bet!" Su Zhiruan laughed and put the guqin back.

Following the piece, the shadows in Su Zhiruan's heart also dissipated a little.

"I remember we froze the pears overnight. Let's go down and see how they are!" Su Zhiruan rubbed her hands together, looking expectantly at Wen Qingyu.

The pears had only been frozen yesterday, but the temperature was very low and it was uncertain if they had frozen properly.

So, the two of them walked down from the third floor again.

Perhaps it was because they had opened the door once yesterday that opening it today was much easier than before. Just a bit of ice had formed at the edge of the door, which Wen Qingyu cleared away gently with a small shovel, and soon the ice turned into slush and fell off.

When they opened the door, the chill was still striking.

Su Zhiruan stepped forward for a look but shook her head, "It seems they're not ready yet. Let's wait a few more days."

After getting busy all morning, it was now midday.

Perhaps because they had eaten a lot for breakfast, neither of them felt particularly hungry at noon. Coupled with the snacks they ate while watching a movie, they unanimously decided to wait until the evening to have their meal.

After all, staying at home didn't present much to do, so Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu each returned to their rooms to rest.

Su Zhiruan took off her outer clothing and slid into her bedding.

At first, the bed was a bit cold, but after a while, it warmed up considerably due to her body heat, and Su Zhiruan casually browsed on her phone.