Once the contract had been signed, the rental deposit went right into Sun Yuhan's bank card. She spun the card between her fingers. For some reason, her heart felt heavier than before. It was strange—she had money, a new house, and pretty much anything she desired; so why was she feeling so uneasy?
The more capable Jiu Yue was, the more she grew afraid.
It was even worse than what they had back then. Back then, they were poor, but they got by relying on each other. She worked at a small private enterprise where the pay was pathetic, while Jiu Yue took on gigs like distributing flyers and delivering milk. They made little every month, but it had made her feel like they were long-term couples. But now…
Even she could not say what went wrong. Something bothered her. Something that she could not explain and made her uncomfortable. Something she never put to words.
At night, she dragged Jiu Yue to go shopping with her.
