Ai Lun helped her out of the car, and the first thing she saw was an old iron gate with peeling paint. Not only did iron generals guard the gate, but also there was a pair of slightly faded door gods pasted on it. Through the gaps in the iron gate, one could see the plants and flowers in the courtyard flourishing wildly under the summer sun.
"Zhan Se, what is this...?"
Looking at the locked iron gate, Ai Lun hesitated.
Zhan Se didn't answer her, her hand trembling as she held the key, carefully unlocking the iron lock.
The small courtyard was fairly tidy, not looking as if it had been uninhabited for a long time.
Yet, it was evident that its master had not set foot there for a long time.
Zhan Se dragged her numb feet step by step into the courtyard, oblivious to Ai Lun's perplexed questions, her entire mind bloated with past events and memories.
Upon entering the house, 'click,' she turned on the light, and the whole room suddenly lit up.
