The residential community was very quiet, and as they walked along, it felt as though they were separated from the city's clamor, leaving only a sense of peace and indifference.
Qin Yuyan looked around, but disdain filled her eyes.
All were three-story buildings, with brick-red walls.
On nearly every building, there were withered vines of ivy, which would be lush and green in the summer, but it was easy to imagine that there would also be an abundance of mosquitoes.
Plus, with the buildings being so low, the playful noise of the chasing children below would certainly be incessant.
Just thinking about these things made Qin Yuyan unbearably frazzled.
"What a dump..."
She muttered under her breath, only to see Liu Huiru shake her head at her, and Qin Yuyan bit her lip, not daring to say more.
On the first day of the New Year, the weather was beautiful, with the sun warmly hanging overhead, but for Qin Zhongsong and the two others, it was no blessing.
