Meng Xi'er saw the sudden surge of enthusiasm in him and didn't refuse. She picked up Meng Zichen, following Lu Yebai as they walked in.
The massive century-old tree in the courtyard had only its branches left. The swing she once played on hung lonely, swaying slightly in the cold wind.
Meng Xi'er looked around as a sigh surfaced in her heart, but it wasn't filled with the devastating sorrow she felt the first time she saw it.
After today, she truly could bid farewell to the past and start a new life.
Lu Yebai gently pushed open the villa's door, and what came into view was the dust-covered hall, where memories overlapped with reality, making the desolation all the more apparent.
He went upstairs, with Meng Xi'er following behind, curious about where he wanted to go.
Lu Yebai reached the place where she had once lived and pushed the door open.
The room was cleared out. Lu Yebai walked over and opened the window to let the chilling wind disperse the gloominess within the house.
