"All right. We are here."
The car rolled to a halt while she was still in shock.
She felt that she was floating when she heard his cold voice.
"Isn't this…"
She released her seatbelt and, with trembling hands, opened the door to get out of the still warm car.
As it was winter now, she felt the icy breeze the instant she opened the door.
Her mind was refreshed by this passing cold breeze, yet her expression was still one of shock.
She covered her mouth and looked at the trees and the beautiful garden before her.
This was her house—no. More accurately, this was the home in her memory.
With this property looking exactly like the one in her memory, it was as if she had been transported to that time in the past.
Green vines wrapped around the black guardrail, and a circular garland with seven different colors hung on the carved iron gate of the iron bar…
Everything was as she remembered it.
Could she be dreaming?
