"More than three years... this place seems unchanged. What a pity... things remain, but people are different."
Su Xiaomeng murmured, feeling a sense of emotion in her heart.
She walked to the wall, picked a small leaf, and played with it in her hand...
When she looked down at the leaf, she still looked like a young girl yet to mature.
With her head lowered, she murmured,
"Compared to me, you, Ming Lang, and Meng Meng grew up here. You must be feeling bad about this now, right?"
Shan Mingxu's expression was exuberant, his words firm,
"Growing up here is true, but without people, it's just a house. A place with people is home. As long as there are people, there's home. What's there to feel bad about?"
Su Xiaomeng raised her head and looked at Shan Mingxu...
Mingxu's eyes are very similar to Yin Shixiu's; they are truly a pair of eyes that belong to a real man!
With a lovely nose standing tall, pink lips curved up,
"Yes, there's nothing to feel bad about."
