The storeroom wasn't originally a storeroom.
Before Xu Wenbin and his family moved away, Xu Qing had slept in this small room, furnished with nothing more than a table, a chair, a wardrobe, and a spring mattress bed—a simple bedroom.
On the wall, there still hung a faded poster, a giveaway with the novel "Zhu Yan". It depicted a man in green robes, holding a sword and propping an umbrella, where Xu Qing had pasted a photo of her own face over the character's, creating a ridiculous look.
The folly of youth...
Xu Qing glanced around the small room, which was filled with memories.
Over there, Jiang He had finished sorting out her quilt and was now stepping out, holding her phone at the doorway. "I want to buy pajamas."
"Don't you have some?" Xu Qing asked, puzzled.
"I want those with legs, not skirts." Jiang He now had her own little stash of money and could buy whatever she wanted.
