When Wang Mengmeng paid another visit to Suizi's house, she was stunned by the scene inside.
"What...?!"
The house was still a small, dilapidated dwelling when she was there this morning.
The ramshackle bed Yu Jingting had brought back - the headboard was even rotten, she saw it herself.
Upon returning to Suizi's room, it was completely transformed.
The spongy headboard had been stripped off by Suizi, replaced with a foam board. It was covered with homegrown cotton and a floral case was sewn over it, making it look like a brand-new cloth-embellished bed.
With gloves on, Suizi meticulously wiped the bed frame a few times with alcohol for disinfection and cleanliness, which she then made up with her own mattress pad. Impeccable.
Wang Mengmeng thought about her own bed at home, a sea of wrinkles, swallowing hard.
She had never seen a bed made so neatly before, with the quilt folded so precisely.
