Laocheng District, in a damp and dim old building.
Xuan wanrou pinched her nose as she walked through the alley, through the metal gate, and through the long corridor to the rented apartment she had lived in for a few years.
in the past, she had also despised such a broken place. she would not come back if she could. now that she knew about her background, she despised it even more.
He took out his keys and opened the door.
The lights in the room were off. She cursed under her breath and turned on the lights.
he was shocked to see the person sitting on the sofa.
"why didn't you turn on the lights at home? who are you trying to scare?"
in the cramped room, the person sitting on the old sofa was none other than xuan liuying.
she was still wearing the old clothes that had been washed until they were white and still had that lukewarm expression of a dead person. xuan wanrou was annoyed by the sight of her.
