Tears have always been something that Ruan Pianran resisted, perhaps because she often saw her mother crying sadly when she was young, or maybe due to her own innate stubbornness and strength. In any case, she never cried easily. When she was sad or wronged, she would only cry in her dreams.
How many times has she woken up crying? Ruan Pianran couldn't remember. She habitually reached out for tissues, but after feeling around the bedside for a while, she found nothing. So, she slowly opened her eyes. When her blurred vision gradually cleared, she found herself in an unfamiliar environment.
An unfamiliar ceiling, unfamiliar walls, an unfamiliar wardrobe, an unfamiliar desk, an unfamiliar lamp, an unfamiliar bed... Everything in the room that her eyes could see was strange to her, except for the quilt covering her and the suitcase in the corner, which she recognized. Everything else was completely unfamiliar.
