The scene was warm and cozy; however, in some other place, the complete opposite was unfolding.
...
With a simple piece of luggage in hand, she stood in front of a large house, her eyes sweeping quickly over the door with a trace of coldness.
It had been three months, and she was about to step into this place that made her blood run cold again.
She really wished she would never have to step into this place again, to see those faces that made her feel so awful and disgusted.
Yang! Hah, the surname she hated most in this life was exactly this one—carrying such indifference, making people feel sick.
"Yo, the coward is back."
As Yang Xiaoxin entered the doorway, she was immediately confronted by the person she loathed the most. The other's eyes first widened in astonishment, then filled with a mocking smirk.
She glanced at the person dismissively and continued on without a word, heading straight toward the staircase.
