That was what she said, but Wei Zijin remained listless for several days before she rallied and threw herself back into work.
Wang Xiaoliang knew it was a wound in her heart. She had not earned those million followers through her own hard work, so she never felt the joy of reaping the rewards!
Ultimately, these million followers were not the million followers she wanted.
What had happened had dealt her a genuine internal injury. Wang Xiaoliang saw it, but did not offer much advice. Some hurdles, after all, had to be crossed on one's own. No matter how much anyone else said, it was like scratching an itch through a boot. Useless.
Well, without weathering a few storms, how could she earn extra money openly and aboveboard?
Over the past few days, Wei Zijin had taken on a freelance job, her first assignment working with the photographer.
She took it very seriously. She also had an interview subject lined up and had gone to speak with them several times.
Wang Xiaoliang could see that she was getting back into form.
Although she had not emerged from the gloom, she was genuinely taking action again.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoliang was thinking about something else-the lease on the Rental Room was nearly up.
He decided to take some time at midday to go back, tidy the place, and arrange with Auntie, the landlady, to end the lease early.
After lunch, Wang Xiaoliang drove to the foot of that familiar old apartment building.
He inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.
A smell mingling dust and bygone days greeted him. Rather than get straight to work, he first walked around the room.
There was not much in it, but every item seemed able to speak.
He got