The rest of the journey, Shen Weiwei said very little.
As the scenery outside the window kept receding, I watched the increasingly familiar road and felt a surge of sorrow well up inside me.
This road, I have traveled it countless times in a car, watching the landscape go by, and I suddenly thought of the carefree life before my parents died.
Thinking about it now, all I can do is sigh at how things and people have changed, leaving only sadness behind.
I withdrew my gaze and stopped looking outside the window.
Not until the car stopped did I get out and lift my head to look at the familiar yet alien house before me.
I have lived in this villa since my earliest memories, and over the years, it hasn't changed much, just aged a bit more than I remember.
I slowly walked to the villa's entrance and then turned my head to look at Shen Weiwei, "Sometimes, I really admire you folks, daring to live in this villa. Aren't you scared my parents would often come back to check on you?"
