After Xue Chuchu left, only Jiang Ning was left in the room.
The game screen on the 32-inch monitor was frozen, and that world was paused along with it.
Jiang Ning casually found a TV program to let it play some sound.
He picked up some skewers from the small table and ate them while watching TV.
Jiang Ning had long been used to this kind of life. In his past life, in those years after graduation, sometimes after work, when he craved something, he would splurge a bit, spending forty or fifty yuan to buy some skewers to take back to his rented place.
Just like now, watching TV, eating, enjoying himself.
It's not great, nor is it bad, at most a bit lonely, but at least he was healthy and alive, without suffering much injustice.
