Su Xingyu walked up to the second floor, the narrow staircase, and the slightly dim corridor.
With each step, she recalled some past events. Four years ago, it was in this villa filled with the scent of flowers that memories of her and him were left everywhere...
Good ones, and bad ones.
Step by step, she walked to the bedroom door.
The bedroom, once disfigured by a fire, had now been rebuilt, looking just as it did in her memory. A mahogany door, a bed draped in black silk, the alarm clock on the bedhead was slightly tilted at the angle she was used to, and by the bed, there was a pair of rabbit slippers she liked very much. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the deep autumn sky, vast and desolate.
Han looked around the room curiously and asked, "Mom, are we going to live here?"
Su Xingyu snapped back to reality.
