Pushing open the door to the master bedroom, Qin Wan was momentarily taken aback.
Everything in the room was exactly as it had been three years ago.
Even the bedding set on the bed was still the same color.
She walked into the walk-in closet, opened a cabinet, and took out one of Mu Shaochen's shirts.
As she was leaving, almost as if possessed, she reached out and opened the closet next to it, only to see women's clothing neatly hung inside.
All of them were new, with the tags still on.
"These clothes were prepared for you."
The man's low and magnetic voice came from outside the walk-in closet.
Qin Wan's hand, clutching the closet handle, trembled.
Turning her head, she saw Mu Shaochen's tall figure standing there.
With the light behind him, she couldn't make out his expression, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze.
Her face heated up, and she withdrew her gaze, pretending to be calm as she closed the closet door.
