Pushing the door open, a wave of fragrance rushed to meet them. The pink decor looked just like a young girl's innermost dreams.
In their old home, Qin Nannan had always shared a room with Qin Wanwan, a place of dirt floors and mud bricks, bathed only in dull, gloomy shades.
Qin Nannan took Wang Mingyu's hand, her slightly trembling lips curling into a smile as nervous cold sweat broke out on her skin.
Chapter 139