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"You okay, Gala?" Mr. Richard asks as he sees Gala climbing the stairs. Last night, he caught Gala running, looking pale. He even parked his bike roughly, acting like a madman. Not to mention the loud slamming of Gala's flat door. Mr. Richard wanted to ask for help, but seeing Gala in that state made him hold back.

"Nah, Mr. Richard." Gala is a bit surprised as the old man greets him. "Thanks though. Is your day tough?"

For Gala, that question holds a lot of care. In this flat, only Mr. Richard asks him about simple things like this. Meanwhile, the other residents seem to wish he'd just leave. Gala descends the stairs again, trying not to reach his flat right away. His body feels almost wrecked from the overwhelming tasks at Mr. Jian's house.

"Nah, Mr. Richard." Gala tries to put on a small smile. But he doesn't know that his face looks dreadful if seen through the mirror. His hair's a mess, his shirt's worn-out, and he's damp with sweat. Not to mention the mix of Gala's body odor wit
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