Every step felt like walking on the rings of time.
Xia Yangyang remembered everything here.
Every room, every ornament.
Before she knew it, she was already at the door of her own room.
The door to the room was open.
The lights inside were also on.
But there was no one.
Xia Yangyang just felt that everything inside was so familiar.
Even the teddy bear from her childhood was still placed in the glass cabinet.
And that painting by the bed.
It was "Deer in the Deep Forest" that she bought at a painting exhibition when she was fifteen years old.
Xia Yangyang slowly walked in.
Everything seemed as if it were only yesterday.
The room was spotless, obviously someone lived and took care of it on a regular basis.
Xia Yangyang didn't dare to touch anything inside.
After all, she knew, even though many were her old belongings,
But now they no longer belonged to her.
Xia Yangyang lingered for a moment, planning to leave.
