Ma Lan lived on the 10th floor.
When the three of them saw Sister Ma again, she was sitting dejectedly on the sofa.
The apartment was bleak and desolate, entirely devoid of life. Rotting, moldy fruit was piled inside a plastic bag on the table, and bowls of leftover food emitted a foul, greasy odor, with dried grains of rice clinging to the rims.
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