Looking at the small sixty square meters room, Qiao Mo felt a bit lost.
The apartment she rented wasn't big, just one bedroom and one living room, plus a storage room, which she cleared out to use as a studio.
She checked the time; it was close to six o'clock.
Qiao Mo cooked some noodles for herself and stopped overthinking.
Her gaze fell upon the small house on the coffee table, softening a bit.
The wooden little house was still the same as before, covered with tape, looking worn but having a unique charm.
Gently pressing the switch, a warm glow emanated, and scenes of the past unfolded one after another in front of her eyes.
Among all things related to Fu Nancheng, she only took this one.
She originally didn't want to take it, but at the thought of possibly having no further connection with him after his engagement, she couldn't help but want to keep a memento.
...
For three days, Qiao Mo had been at ease.
