"How great…"
Zhang Manhua cupped her mouth with a hand as she softly muttered while staring at the villa.
Pei Ge's nose started to tingle again as she looked at her mother.
This is the house we used to live with dad, but we were unable to protect it.
Now, it is probably… impossible to buy back this garden villa.
"It's short of one item," Zhang Manhua, who had been silently staring at their old house all this while, suddenly spoke.
"Hm? What?" She looked at her mother in confusion and lightly asked.
"There." Her mother pointed at a corner of the garden and then smiled. "There used to be a swing there. It's the swing your father built for you."
She followed the direction her mother was pointing with her gaze.
"Mhm, true. It's short of the swing dad built for me."
Her eyes glazed over a little. She stared at the abundant flora and felt that it was pity that the swing amid the flower bed was gone.
