June in Qingchuan Town is as boring as a steamer.
The sticky moisture in the air got into every crevice of this rental house of less than 30 square meters. The wall was mottled due to moisture, revealing a dark yellow background underneath, like an old scar with mold.
Su Wan sat on the edge of the bed, holding a sheet between her fingers.
The paper was red, and the four black words "rent reminder" on it were very eye-catching. The landlady's shrill voice seemed to still echo in her ears, mixed with the smell of cooking fumes from the alley downstairs, clogging her chest and making her breath tight.
Three hundred yuan a month.
This number is like a mountain at this moment.
