C89 The past is like smoke

I wanted Jiang Yu to throw me at my own doorstep. When I returned home, I found an auntie packing up for dinner.

I went into a cubicle at home.

The decorations of this cubicle are in sharp contrast to the bustling decorations outside my home.

This was something that I had looked for a decorator for, based on the small room that I lived in with Lin Mu previously