Meng Xi'er searched room by room, the house was utterly empty, leaving nothing behind, not even a blanket.
She opened her room, saw the empty bedroom inside, and couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.
Apparently, someone has intentionally emptied the whole place, and the family photo, which held no significance to them, was left behind.
She stood leaning against the familiar door of her room, catching her breath. Her heart felt heavy, but tears no longer flowed.
She wasn't ready to bid farewell to her past so quickly. Her vivid memories made her slightly resent her good memory, remembering every detail of those ordinary days. The recollection was clear, as though replaying in front of her eyes.
The more tender the memories, the more painful they were.
Xi'er went from room to room slowly, inspecting every little detail as if wanting to engrave everything into her mind and compare it to her past.
All of this was her own doing, a reminder of the damage she had caused.
