บท 220: Unchanging Even as Time Passes

When the neighbor saw that Lin Nuan didn't flinch in disgust or fear, but instead stood at the entrance to the apartment, she looked at her with a weird gaze.

It was 50 square meters of open space with the bathroom connected to the kitchen.

Since it was an old apartment on the first floor, the windows were not big. They were placed higher up and had rusty security nets on them, making the whole place dark and rotten-smelling.

The living conditions of her birth parents were harder to accept for Lin Nuan than she imagined; probably because she had always lived a prosperous life and didn't understand the pains of those in the lower class.

Lin Nuan stood in the living room that had no space for her to sit down, simply staring at the woman busy in the kitchen.