Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right by Czy Season

Marion led Debra to the innermost room on the left. When the door opened, he quickly stepped in front of her to block the dust from the doorframe.

It took a while before she could see what was inside.

The place was cramped, covering no more than ten square meters. Three sets of bunk beds stood on the sides, their frames already rusted. In the middle was a simple frame holding a copper basin. There was nothing else.

Marion had understated it when he called the room shabby.

"There's nothing much to see here. It's dirty. Let's go," he said, pulling at her arm.

But Debra was intrigued. "Which was your bed?"

"This one." Marion pointed to the bottom bunk in the far corner.

"So, this is the room you, Robert, and Drake share?"

"Yeah."

the other

batch, so

worked as Shawn's

"Yeah."

to the bed Marion had used.

with the smell of old, stagnant

only a small exhaust fan, not even an electric

summer, the room was stifling; in the winter, it was like

it was only worse. The humid, sticky air would make anyone desperate to

there for over ten

to life in the slums, this place is heaven," Marion said, reading her mind. "That's all in the past now. Aren't we doing well

"Let's go. You'll

Pet

know, sometimes I wonder, everything could start over, maybe you wouldn't have to

her hand. "Don't

dream, everyone seemed to