When Lin Liyin left a note and went out, it was already the time when the sun was setting in the west. There were quite a few old ladies repairing clothes in the alley, as well as the old men sitting in small eateries drinking Erguotou and bantering about the current situation.
She greeted the familiar neighbors and didn't pay much attention to their strange glances. Lin Xuelin, with red and swollen eyes, left carrying her luggage; she had long known that people would gossip.
Riding her bicycle back to the Big Courtyard, she saw a group of people cheerfully shouting in the basketball court's open space. Lin Liyin saw Zhou Jiao, holding a child with a smile, and couldn't help but sigh.
Sometimes, one shouldn't compare oneself with others.
