Capital city. In a dilapidated residence.
It had just rained heavily, and the air was humid. Other than that, there was also the smell of grass in the air.
It was not a smell that Bai Sheng liked.
She sat at the table and from time to time, would stare out of the window next to it in a daze. She did not like the smell of damp grass in the air, but after a heavy rain, she had to open the window to allow some circulation.
The table in front of her was very old. Back when she was in school, this table was filled with revision worksheets and exercise books. After graduation, she tidied it up a little and it became a simple dressing table.
