Yan ning's fingers were pinched, hot tea was splashed on her face, and she was even refused entry. This was the first time in her thirty years of life that she had experienced such an experience.
After walking out of the corridor, Yan ning raised her head subconsciously and squinted at the four o 'clock sun.
It was still the end of winter in February. The not-so-warm sun was shining on her, and it felt a little lonely and cold. Not far away, a group of elderly people were gathered and chatting, and children were shouting and chasing each other. Seeing such a lively and familiar scene, Yan ning suddenly missed home.
Her parents also liked to sit in the neighborhood like this, complaining to their old neighbors from time to time. Their elder daughter was already over 30 years old, but she was still focused on her work and not married. It really made people anxious.
"Mom and dad probably don't know about the suffering I've been through."
