Song Jiajia looked at the layout of the room, and memories of the places she used to live in floated in her mind.
She had been to Chen Jinlan and Song Zhenhua's previous room, and compared to now, it was a world of difference.
She couldn't believe how Chen Jinlan had gradually adapted to living here.
She lay on the small bed, barely a meter twenty wide, feeling as if she'd fall off just by turning over.
She stared at the ceiling, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, landing on the pillow.
She let out a painful and suppressed cry.
The house wasn't soundproofed, Chen Jinlan heard everything clearly. She covered her mouth, trying not to make any noise.
Tears seeped through her fingers.
...
Song Jiajia had been resting at Chen Jinlan's place for a few days. On this particular day, Song Jiajia dressed neatly and prepared to go out.
"Jiajia, where are you going? You're not fully recovered yet."
