This Is Wrong

Wang Lele dragged his old suitcase with only 450 yuan left. I took one last look at the familiar house. Turn around and leave without any regret. A few minutes later, Sister Ma called. Wang Lele knew what this sister wanted to say without even thinking. I sent a text message telling her that the rent deposit was enough. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.