A young lady gloomily stares through the windows into the streets from inside her room. It was still quite early in the morning.
Her room was on the second floor of a two storey brick building, so she could see quite far and wide from her room.
Everything is the same, there's nothing new. Today too will be just like any other day.
She watches as the milkman stopped his delivering cart in the street, and took gallons of milk and dropped them at one of their main gates.
He moved from there and went to the other buildings to do the same. Some homes got either a gallon or jars of milk. Wenling watched him do this for a while and then got bored again.
She was the only daughter of her parents with two older brothers. Her parents are quite strict and quite overprotective of her than they were towards her older brothers.
