The dust settled, and Gu Ningyue lowered the hand covering her mouth and nose, inviting Ling Tianyou into the house.
Ling Tianyou glanced around with the flashlight's beam, taking in the cabinets covered in cobwebs and the dusty tables and chairs, making the already small room feel even more cramped.
In such a small room, after placing these items, there was only enough space for a single table and chair, leaving no room for anything else.
Yet, despite the dilapidated state of the room, Ling Tianyou's mind blurred with a warm and sunny scene of a little girl standing in the kitchen, asking her mother for food.
The young Gu Ningyue, or rather, the young Gu Weiwei, used to stand here, didn't she?
"Welcome to my home," Gu Ningyue said, her eyes slightly red, as she placed a clean chair in front of Ling Tianyou: "Please, have a seat."
Ling Tianyou glanced at it and, not thinking much, sat down.
