Because in the short span of over ten hours since he returned here, the feeling of wanting to completely remove him from this place has grown stronger and stronger in every aspect.
Looking around the whole house, it is filled with the aura of her living alone. If it weren't for that dog, which still showed some traces of him, would this villa truly become her sole domain in the future?
From slippers, toiletries, to tableware...
Why does he remember even a dining plate so clearly?
He has no choice but to remember.
Back then, all the items in this house were prepared by her, everything was in pairs.
Same style, same brand, same pattern, only distinguished by color or some small details to tell whether it was hers or his.
And just now the plate she held had the same pattern she was using now, his was blue, hers was pink.
