Wang Miaomiao listened to the whole story and couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
Lu Xuemei, thinking about her past actions, Wang Miaomiao felt no sympathy for her. As for Zhou Hu, alas... being liked by such a woman was naturally unfortunate.
Hopefully, their messy affairs wouldn't involve her.
Unfortunately, sometimes what you fear the most comes to pass.
In mid-March, the drizzle filled the air with a hazy mist. Wang Miaomiao walked briskly through the rain with a small flower umbrella. She had no poetic sentiment for walking in the rain, only feeling particularly irritated by the rainy day.
It had been raining for five consecutive days, and she had to dry clothes at home with a dryer. Clothes that hadn't seen the sun always felt sticky and not clean when worn.
