The glass in the windows of the entire building was somewhat shattered, making a creaking sound in the cold wind as if recounting stories of the past.
Guan Yao reached out to touch the mottled entrance door. Her fingertips brushed against the rough surface, and a familiar feeling surged into her heart, as if she had returned to those difficult days of the past.
"Back then, whenever I came back here, exhausted as I was, I always felt that as long as I worked hard, life would get better."
Chapter 90