Even though Luo Dahua had done everything to comfort her, Yang Peimin's heart was still restless.
After seeing her out, Yang Peimin returned to the dormitory, sat down at the table, and couldn't pretend nothing was wrong.
Looking at the makeup products still lying around, she felt uneasy again. Had she just been dolling up the future for her man?
Thinking this, she gathered all those things, stuffed them into a cloth bag, and out of sight was out of mind.
Then she cleaned the house again. While pouring dirty water into the shower area, she realized last night's clothes were still unwashed and that sight was another irritation.
But she couldn't just not wash them, her clothes were still in there. The sky had darkened, looking like it was about to rain. With that, she hurriedly grabbed the washboard and tossed it into the bucket and headed downstairs.
