C180 You Are the Best

Han Xiaoxiao composed herself and walked into the house. Mo Zhan closed the door gently and followed her.

There was the smell of dust in the room that hadn't been used for a long time, which made Han Xiaoxiao's nose a little sore. She rubbed it, making her eyes turn even redder.

With every step he took, he felt more time flow back.

His gaze slid down the corner of the room