On the day Sang Ran was discharged, Lin Zhiyi went to the apartment to tidy it up one last time.
After covering everything with dust cloths, she glanced around, feeling that something of Sang Ran's presence seemed to linger here.
"Zhiyi, ready yet? The elevator's here," Sang Li asked, standing by the elevator.
"Coming."
Lin Zhiyi locked the door and turned to slip a gift into Sister Zhou's slightly reddened hands.
"The perfume you like."
Sister Zhou held the perfume without looking at it, instead clutching Lin Zhiyi's hand reluctantly. "Now that you're leaving, who am I supposed to gossip with in the future?"
"We'll keep in touch on WeChat. It's not like I'm disappearing," Lin Zhiyi responded with a smile.
"I'll definitely bother you nonstop then."
"Alright, I'll be waiting."
Lin Zhiyi hugged Sister Zhou before following Sang Li away.
They stepped into the elevator.