220 Unchanging Even as Time Passes (1/2)

When the neighbor saw that Lin Nuan didn't flinch in disgust or fear, but instead stood at the entrance to the apartment, she looked at her with a weird gaze.

It was 50 square meters of open space with the bathroom connected to the kitchen.

Since it was an old apartment on the first floor, the windows were not big. They were placed higher up and had rusty security nets on them, making the whole place dark and rotten-smelling.

The living conditions of her birth parents were harder to accept for Lin Nuan than she imagined; probably because she had always lived a prosperous life and didn't understand the pains of those in the lower class.

Lin Nuan stood in the living room that had no space for her to sit down, simply staring at the woman busy in the kitchen.

Her birth mother didn't wash her hands; her dirty hands kneaded the dough and chopped up the vegetables, then cracked the egg… All her actions were done with so much ease that there was no hint of her being a lunatic.

The bowl of noodles was placed in front of Lin Nuan, who saw her birth mother look at her with fervor, saying, ”Ran Ran, eat! Ran Ran, eat!”

Lin Nuan didn't mind the woman's whole body of filth, and she didn't mind that she had never washed the mud off her hands; she simply finished the bowl of noodles up until the last drop of soup.

She couldn't tell what the taste was. She could only feel bitterness in her mouth that spread to her heart, bitterness that made Lin Nuan want to cry. She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles hurt.

The next time Lin Nuan saw the woman, it was at the asylum.

Lin Nuan watched through the window as the woman cradled a doll and comforted it in a soft voice.

She was afraid that the others were being too noisy and would disturb her daughter, so she angrily raised a chair and threw it at them.

Lin Nuan's birth mother was in a worse condition than when Lin Nuan first saw her.