C43 Where the hell are you?

The decorations were all done according to Leng Ziming's preferences. She reached out her hand to caress the banister of the staircase, moving up and up, looking up and down, as if Leng Ziming was standing right in front of her.

Every part of the villa was filled with memories of the two of them. Looking at the familiar scene, a drop of hot tears quietly fell onto the back of her hand