Hen Nianzhen surveyed the familiar sights of the bedroom; over the years, every corner of the home bore traces of her presence.
The eye drops she used to apply every night still sat on the bedside table, her jewelry box remained on the desk, the coat she draped over the balcony chair hadn't been picked up by anyone, and the room was still filled with the scent of her favorite perfume.
These traces were as if she had never left, still living in this world.
Hen Nianzhen let out a low sigh and turned to the man beside her, "I know the video on the Black Mandala Net has been deleted. You should live your life well from now on.
If there's nothing else, I won't disturb you by coming up here. If you meet a suitable woman, don't foolishly trust her and offer everything on a platter."
Ke Zhibin looked somewhat innocent: "When have I ever.."
Hen Nianzhen let out a cold laugh: "Hah!"
