Seven years ago.
Ruan Danchen was 19 years old. She was a sophomore at A University.
On Fridays, she usually headed straight home after her afternoon classes were over. It was a place that she called home. However, it was also a place she barely considered as her home.
Even though the area that they lived in was not a particularly upper-class area, they were pretty satisfied with the environment and the facilities there. Anyone who could purchase a house in B City was considered as quite well-off. The houses were expensive there.
Ruan Danchen stepped out of the elevator. As she took her keys to open the door, she saw a pair of lavish and exquisite men's leather shoes at the doorstep
Her heart sank. She contemplated leaving, but before she could, someone called out, "Danchen, you're back! Come on in."
