C33 Dad's little cotton-padded jacket
To Qiao Yifeng, stepping into this place felt like a lifetime ago.
She went upstairs step by step. Everything was exactly the same as it had been three years ago. The rattan chair on the balcony, the gauzy curtains that covered the sun, the purple rose petals on the tea table, and the pair of slippers on her feet.
When he ran upstairs