When she opened the door, the interior design and furnishings inside gave Fang Xi a sense of familiarity, and her heartbeat quickened. She immediately called Yun Nan; she needed confirmation from the person she trusted the most.
Every part of the house was spotless. It didn't look like someone was living there, but someone must have meticulously cleaned the place. Fang Xi's hand caressed the ornaments and knick-knacks on the shelf in the living room; they were her favorite cartoon characters. Everything here seemed to be tailor-made for her, though there were some men's items that she was unfamiliar with. 'These aren't Ye Kun's,' she thought.
Fang Xi stood in the living room and closed her eyes, feeling the flow of the surrounding air and her sealed memories. Gradually, she seemed to hear the sounds of water flowing in the kitchen.
