Chapter 97 Familiar and Strange

The room was dark, and only the moonlight shining in from a small window allowed people to identify the location of the bed. This wooden bed had been there for who knows how many years. It had been there before Du Qianrui was sold out. Now whenever someone moved on it, it would make a "creaking" sound, as if it could fall apart at any time, but it hadn't fallen apart yet. In front of that small window, Du Qianrui learned needlework when she was a child. I remember it very clearly, but I felt it was a little small. Even in the daytime, the window was not bright enough, which hurt my eyes. Now when I look at it again, it seems even smaller... maybe I have seen bigger windows outside.