She took the bus to a dilapidated alley. The sky was dark, and the alley was very narrow. There were intricate wires above the head, and there were bamboo poles outside the windows to dry clothes. It was a slum.
Wen Huihui did not think much of it. Ever since her parents got divorced, she had never returned home.
When she reached a narrow door, she lifted her feet and went up. The stairs were so narrow that if someone came down from upstairs, she would have to turn sideways to avoid them. She covered her nose in disgust and endured everything as she went up to the third floor.
He knocked on the door, and a gentle voice came from inside. "Who is it?"