The story of Zhao Ru was very simple, or one should say, common.
Going to work, going home. The days passed quickly with either smiles or silence.
If one color could be used to describe her life, it would be the color of walls that were decades old.
Of course, she was a really optimistic girl.
There were many exquisite details in this ten-square-meter rented room. Such as the new wall-coverings, the old but spotless floor and also the rusty but noiseless iron window.
One could imagine the small pits and flaws on the old walls. However, they were covered up with some simple decorations.
Now, she was cooking in a small corner in the room. That was her"kitchen".
Zhao Ru heard someone knocking at the door while she was cutting the vegetables. She had no idea that who would want to visit her during the lunch hour.
"Are you…Mr. Ma?"
