"Hu... hu... hu... hu..."
The wind outside the window kept blowing at the curtain. It was as if black shadows were lingering outside. Who was standing outside the window under the night sky?
Perhaps most people had this kind of speculation when they were young and had similar doubts. Zhu Shengnan was lying on the bed with her eyes open. She had her own room which came with a big bed, a wardrobe and a dressing table. She had a very good home.
With the number of women called Shengnan in the whole of China, the sum would be astonishingly great if one were to make a statistics chart. The parents themselves might not think much of it, but the name itself carried a kind of oppression. Even the owner of the name would subconsciously hate her name.
