C169 Don't Even Think about Me

My home is your home.

Chung Anran was drifting in the wind for the rest of her life. She did not know why she was home.

But now, someone told her that my home is your home.

The tears that she had just held back gushed out again and she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them away. She tried her best to pull the corners of her lips, "Thank you for comforting me