"Awake?!"
Qin Qin lifted her head from the ground and looked around to the sound of Jing Zhimei's hoarse and unpleasant voice coming from directly in front.
It was a very rudimentary place, with considerable rust on the window sill and traces of rainwater soiling the glass. The dark walls were covered with numerous posters, old and dirty. Most importantly, the place even emitted a musty smell.
Had Jing Zhimei been living here all this time? How pitiful!
Qin Qin curled her lips into a smile, a tinge of mockery in her expression. Jing Zhimei saw her smile and, infuriated, stepped forward to grab Qin Qin's collar. "What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at? You're mocking me, aren't you? What right do you have to mock me? If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this?"
