"Sick!" You Mingxu cursed inwardly, and without bothering to deal with him, went upstairs.
Her house was actually quite old, but it was one of the first series of commercial houses that were relatively well maintained and sturdy. After entering the door and turning on the light, the two-bedroom apartment looked just like her: simple, spacious, and plain. There were no cozy feelings, just a slightly messy sense of liveliness.
In the living room, a black and white ancient photo hung on the wall. Whenever You Mingxu entered the room, she always glanced at it, sometimes smiling at it inexplicably, and it warmed her heart a little.
