Xiang Anning stood in the center of the hall, automatically filtering out the dust. She closed her eyes, imagining what it was like when her parents lived here.
The teacup, teapot, and table mat on the table were all so exquisite. From this, it could be seen that they must have treated life very seriously, and surely they were very happy.
Xiang Anning opened the bedroom door.
The master bedroom where Xiang Yimo and his wife once stayed was not luxurious, but very cozy.
On the bedside table, there was a photo, but it was covered in dust, making it impossible to see its original appearance.
Xiang Anning walked closer to the bedside table, with Si Wuxie following behind her.
She picked up the photo from the bedside table and cleaned the dust off it. Only then did she see that the photo was of a woman, a very beautiful woman.
