Song Qingchun stared at the building for a long time before walking slowly forward, keyed in the password, pushed open the steel gate, and walked in.
A year passed by in the blink of an eye. One year ago, at this time, she had been chased out of his bungalow. At the time, she had still been lying to herself about her feelings toward him. She remembered being angry at him for sending his secretary to deal with her, but now, she realized that she had already fallen in love with him. The reason she had been angry was because she didn't want to leave.
The patio was still the same, other than a few new Red Berry trees that covered the lawn with their flowers. Song Qingchun could not have been more familiar with this bungalow, but she still wandered around the premises like she was on a tour.
