When she opened it, she realized that there were so many things inside.
Fortunately, the cabinet door was closed. Other than some moldy smell, there was no dust inside.
Bai Ran searched and found the root of the trouble.
It was a box of snowflakes.
At this moment, the box of snowflakes had already been bitten open by the rat. The edges were full of holes, and most of the snowflakes inside had been eaten.
"Your memory is too good. You're throwing things away too casually," Chen Chen said helplessly.
Bai Ran looked at the box of desserts and was stunned.
At that time, something had just happened at home, and her father had ended his own life.
Her father had always been very busy, and they rarely met. The memories he gave her were very vague.
Therefore, when she moved into this house with her mother, she was still insensible. She was still thinking about the person she had loved for more than ten years.
