Therefore, all the plants in her rented one-bedroom apartment were artificial flowers.
Her mother kept telling her to come home and live there, saying that renting a place was a waste of money. Xia Ning pretended not to understand. She might indeed be a bit independent, but she enjoyed it.
Xia Ning sometimes even thinks that it's fortunate she carries a supermarket with her; if she carried her small apartment, she probably would only be able to use it as a space.
With the booming food delivery and errand services, she has never had the habit of stockpiling goods; she only buys what she needs, and her refrigerator is never full.
In her grandmother's words, she had never experienced hardship.
Her father stood nearby, chuckling, and said, "She's still young. She'll grow up to be sensible."
Actually, I'm not young anymore; I'm in my early twenties and have graduated from university. It's just that I haven't experienced hardship.
Although she wasn't born into a wealthy family, she came from a well-off family and never lacked food or clothing. The worst argument she had was when her parents took away her novels during middle school. The biggest hurdle in her life was that she grew wisdom teeth right when she was taking the college entrance exam.
Compared to life and death, everything else is trivial.
Eight days ago, Xia Ning would never have imagined that she would now be so reluctant to throw away her foot bath water that she would carefully store it in her spatial storage.
Growth always comes at a price.
Xia Ning felt endless melancholy, and then she saw a sand lark being slapped against the car window by the strong wind.
—Princess Phantom has obtained [Lark Feather x1]
Xia Ning: ...
Okay, at least she wasn't left looking disheveled in the wind.
Xia Ning continued with her flash of inspiration: a nighttime warmth plan.
Where did this inspiration come from? It came from the ice cream trucks that roamed the streets when I was a child.
These refrigerated trucks that sold ice cream on the street have been phased out by the times, but they left a corner in Xia Ning's memory.
She remembers going to her grandmother's house when she was a child, and there were vendors riding tricycles with a thick, bulging cotton quilt on them.
Xia Ning initially thought they were buying quilts and didn't pay any attention until her friends swarmed around the back of the tricycle.
The vendor smiled and lifted the quilt, revealing what was underneath.
Xia Ning stared in disbelief at the rows of popsicles below, thinking they were performing magic.
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