Fifteen minutes later, Lin Qianru parked her car in the residential complex's parking lot.
Lin Qianru, with a smile plastered on her face, held onto Lu Tianxing's arm as they walked into the elevator.
This wasn't Lu Tianxing's first visit to Lin Qianru's home. This time, he noticed that her place seemed to have undergone many changes; it no longer had that cold, lonesome feel. Instead, it now exuded a warm and cozy atmosphere with a new sense of sunlight, devoid of the former desolation and filled with the warmth of home.
Back in the room, Lin Qianru habitually took off her glasses, switched into a pair of slippers, then bent down to take out another pair from the shoe cabinet to offer to Lu Tianxing.
