The place she grew up in, the home where she lived for nearly twenty years, Su Nian felt her heart rate increase much faster than usual when she stepped inside again, this was probably what they called homesickness.
Just stepping through the gate of the old house, seeing the once most familiar scene, Su Nian could not help but choke up, Luoz holding her by the waist with one hand, carrying gifts in the other, accompanied her inside, "Don't cry."
Wiping the wetness from her eyes, Su Nian nodded.
Crash--
In the garden, Zhou Feng, who had been trimming the plants, stared at Su Nian, unconsciously dropping the large pair of scissors in his hand. Two rows of old tears quickly slid down as he watched with disbelief the two people approach, "Xiaonian…"
