After getting drunk, Jiang An cried and refused to go home. Wanwan supported the unsteady girl, listening to her softly murmuring in her embrace, "That place is not my home..."
From the groggy Jiang An, Wanwan heard her muttering another address. The woman steadied her into the back of the car, navigated to an old residential building.
The sky had completely darkened, several street lights beside the road were broken, dimly illuminating the path barely. Somewhere along the way, it had started snowing, the snowflakes danced outside the car window like willow catkins in spring.
Wanwan woke up the passed-out Jiang An to ask for the apartment number. Upon getting the number despite her hesitance, she supported her up the stairs, took out keys from Jiang An's bag, and opened the door to be greeted by a cloud of dust.
Though neatly arranged, the room clearly hadn't been lived in for quite some time. Wanwan felt for the switch on the wall, and the dim light suddenly lit up.
