Anna's POV:
I am happy that we are all safe, but looking at the cry of the old room boy makes me sad.
I understand he is worried because he lost his home and he is not worried for loss of his house., Yes there is a lot of difference between a house and home...
A house is made up of with bricks and walls, but a home is made of hopes and dreams, and it also filled with lots of memories.
In my life, my home is my hostel life with Ria, me and Ria gathered many memories, and build many hopes and dreams together at the hostel, so it is my home...
As far as I know, we should fill the house with love, and then it becomes a sweet home.
I am sure I will definitely make a sweet home for Mark after our marriage, which is filled with lots of love, hopes, and sweet memories...
In between my thoughts, we reached the interrogation room; we visited this room last night for interrogating those three bastards who are culprits for Ria's case.
