While she was distracted, the bowl slipped from her hand and fell into the sink. The loud crash made her snap back to reality.
Xu Weilai saw that she had been washing the dishes for almost half an hour, but she still hadn't finished washing them. She couldn't help but smirk self-deprecatingly.
She composed herself and cast aside all the messy scenes in her mind. She carefully and quickly washed the bowls and chopsticks, then put them into the disinfection cabinet and pressed the disinfection button.
After taking off her apron, Xu Weilai walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. She picked up a pillow from the side and hugged it in her arms.
The apartment was very quiet. It was so quiet that her imagination couldn't help but run wild. No matter how hard she tried to stop those scenes from popping up in her mind, she couldn't.
How did she get through those three years?
