Passing through the front door, back home, No. 66 Wutong Road still looks familiar—the stuff is cheap, but all quite useful; the decor a bit dated, but the space is still ample enough; the house is warm, lights bright, windows clear, and that old TV hasn't crashed yet. Erin is sitting on the table, engrossed in some mindless variety show, while another Erin immediately runs into the living room upon entering the house, climbs onto the coffee table to grab the remote and turn on another TV to catch up on her urban drama series.
Honestly, it's quite admirable with the puppet—those moronic things that Yu Sheng can't even glance at without feeling his brain trembling, yet she can watch two at once and still keep her sanity... No wonder her brain's not quite right.
Hu Li then goes to the kitchen to properly wash her hands, before coming back with a half-eaten sausage, trotting leisurely into the living room, and continuing to ponder over how to use the old phone that Yu Sheng gave her.
