Tian Sangsang fished out a key from her pocket—it was a key to Xu You'an's place. Xu You'an had given her one before.
With a creak, the door opened, and a familiar scent rushed to greet her. It felt like those memories from the past, so vivid that with a mere touch, they would repeatedly rise to the surface of time.
Xu You'an's rented room was right next to the construction site where he worked—just a three-minute walk away. Most of the tenants here were workers from the same site. The building had three floors, with small rooms stacked one next to another. Xu You'an's room was on the first floor, farthest to the right. The courtyard here was communal, the balcony was communal, the washing area was communal, the well was communal, the bathhouse was communal, even the toilet was communal—nothing was convenient. Naturally, in Yu Qixiu's eyes, this place was filthy, chaotic, and poor. So when she first learned Xu You'an lived here, the thought genuinely pained her.
