Gong Ruzhi didn't sleep well all night. Upon getting up, he carefully told Gong Ruini, "Sis, I don't like it here."
"It's so cold here, there's no heating."
"And we can't even have snowball fights." Gong Ruzhi initially thought that his parents' favorable descriptions of their hometown meant it would be fun, but after coming here, he regretted it.
It's really not fun at all. The place to live isn't big, the food is average, and most importantly there's no heating, which made Gong Ruzhi, who grew up used to having heating in winter, very uncomfortable.
"There's no heating in the South," Gong Ruini also felt all kinds of cold, but what can she do, except to persevere.
"Sis, when do you think we can go back?" Gong Ruzhi was just concerned about when they could return.
Spreading her hands, Gong Ruini expressed her uncertainty; everything had to depend on Zhang Lan's condition.
