Jiang Yun anticipated her reaction; this neighborhood held too many memories. It was here that she and Su Jingsheng started, and it was here that they ended.
When the car stopped in front of the small house that was all too familiar to Su Wan, she belatedly asked, "Do you... live here?"
Jiang Yun responded with a soft "hm," turned off the engine, got out, and went to the back seat to get her instrument.
It wasn't until Su Wan followed Jiang Yun inside that she found it all rather unbelievable.
After seven years, she returned to this place where she once lived with her father, but her feelings had changed.
The furnishings inside seemed scarcely altered, just as warm and comfortable as before.
But the sense of home was missing.
"Back then, I had someone buy this house from you for me," Jiang Yun said. "Everything here has been untouched except for some things that got old from years of neglect. Though people have gone, I couldn't bear to see it empty..."
