Is this the place where she used to take care of Gu Ningyi? Then, are those two months of missing memory locked away here, is that it?
Dong Xin Yan stared blankly, raising her eyes to look at the luxurious villa before her. The voice calling from her heart grew louder, urging her to go in, to go in.
However, perhaps people really do feel nervous when near home. Her heart urged her, but her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.
She didn't know, once she walked in and pushed open this door, what exactly would be waiting for her.
Would it be good, bad, sweet, or bitter?
After hesitating and wandering repeatedly, Dong Xin Yan's hand tightened then loosened, loosened then tightened again, ultimately unable to resist the call from her heart. She took a determined step forward and pressed the doorbell.
