The villa was well organized and put in order. Chen Feng had always had someone come in regularly to clean. However, after they had left, the main house had been uninhabited for a long time and lost its liveliness. Today, however, as Yin Feng was discharged from the hospital and returned home, the lights in the garden and the villa were all turned on, giving it a warm and lively atmosphere.
Yin Feng walked down the path in the garden toward the main building, followed by his driver. He stayed silent all the way. When he reached the stairs of the house, he suddenly asked, "Graffiti, did I really hover around that woman every day, begging for her affection?
His driver, nicknamed "Graffiti," lowered his head and simply replied, "Hmm."
Yin Feng felt a slight headache and asked calmly, "What's so special about her? Even if I was only psychologically ten years old, how could it have come to that?"
Graffiti softly said, "She was really nice."
