Coral stood still, her eyes fixed on the small building in front of her.
"When you asked me to find a place for you," Mrs. Gray began, her voice soft with a trace of nostalgia, "this property suddenly came to my mind."
Coral turned to look at her.
Mrs. Gray continued, her gaze lingering on the house as if she were seeing fragments of her past. "I used to live here… a long time ago. But after I got married, I moved out."
The building indeed looked old. It's once-bright walls now stood faded and worn with age.
"I never sold it. I always thought I'd come back one day, turn it into something meaningful… but life had other plans. Work, responsibilities....I got caught up in everything else." She paused, her expression distant. "And since then… it's just been left like this. And honestly, I don't think I'll ever use it again."
