C22 Chapter 22

In a good mood, Hee Yu hummed a tune—one her mom had taught her when she was little.

Yan Jin had no idea when he’d wandered to the kitchen doorway, watching Hee Yu bustle around inside.

Maybe this was what home was supposed to feel like: a wife making dinner for you, a kid nearby, and maybe even a dog.

In that moment, Yan Jin thought… maybe this was what “home” felt like