To come up with the money, Zhang Hao tried many methods, running to the bank, and reaching out to friends.
Piecing together funds from here and there, he finally managed it and went with his cousin to the notary office for the changeover.
With a key in one hand and cash in the other, he brought He Qianhui back to their once-shared home that very day.
Returning here, where everything remained unchanged, Qianhui felt as if she had stepped into another lifetime.
Before this, she had never imagined that she would one day return to this home.
Looking at the bedroom, even the sheets she had left behind were still on the bed.
But so much time had passed that a thin layer of dust had settled on those sheets.
Besides that, nothing else had changed.
"When are we moving back in?" Qianhui asked.
"I'm pretty busy these next couple of days, probably won't have much time. If you can't wait,"
"you might start by hiring a moving company to sift through the stuff on that side."
