The dead woman was named Liu Jing. Before she became pregnant, she had run a clothing store in a large shopping mall.
After becoming pregnant, she had transferred the business to someone else.
Liu Jing's husband also ran his own business, a large restaurant.
Their family was therefore fairly well-off. They had bought a spacious, single-level apartment of over a hundred square meters, and the interior was lavishly decorated.
"What a big place..."
After we went inside, An Ning sighed. "When will I ever get to live in a place like this?"
Hearing her sigh, I smiled. "You want to buy a home?"
"Having a home gives you stability," she said. "But I'll never be able to afford one in my lifetime."
"Don't lose heart," I encouraged her. "I used to be poor too. I had to ask my family for money every month. Then I started selling houses with Meng Yifan, and now I've saved up quite a bit. As long as you know what you want to do in the future and keep working toward it, your life is bound to improve."
She nodded. "All right. I'll believe you for now."
The apartment was indeed very large, and An Ning was envious.
But from the moment I first stepped inside, the place gave me a feeling of loneliness.
When I was working, my attention was on my work, so I wouldn't think about the people close to me who had passed away.
But the moment I entered, this apartment put psychological pressure on me. It immediately made me think of my dad and the others, making me feel as though everyone around me was gone and I was all alone.
"There's a serious problem with this apartment," I said.
"What problem?" An Ning asked, puzzled. "This place is