It's different from when she just left.
The villa's gate is wide open.
Xia Yangyang just felt that the new owner's heart is too big; don't they fear burglars?
But Xia Yangyang felt that at this moment, she was the thief.
Xia Yangyang saw the lights shining brightly inside the villa.
But what emerged in her mind was the time when her family of three lived here during her childhood.
That time was genuinely happy.
She was like every other happy family.
Dad went to the office every day and brought her gifts when he returned.
Mom took care of the flowers and plants in the yard every day and made her favorite desserts.
Those days seemed like just yesterday.
Xia Yangyang found it strange.
Actually, by the age of eighteen, she had almost forgotten many things.
After all, Liu Ruyan and Xia Weiwei had long invaded her life.
But now Xia Yangyang had lost eight years of memories.
The long-ago memories became even clearer.
Any small incident at home.
