Upon arriving at her former home, Lin Yan stood at the tightly closed front gate, listening to the incessant barking of dogs from inside, irritating her heart.
This was her home, yet she couldn't even enter; she still had the old key to the front door.
Lin Yan dug out the copper key, now rusted, from her bag and threw it to the ground.
Lu Chenyuan bent down to pick up the key, blowing off the dirt that was on it.
Xiuhua Village might have a name that sounds extraordinarily blessed, but it was dusty all over. The village roads had never been repaired.
Lin Yan asked, "What's the use? Why pick it up?"
Lu Chenyuan put it in his pocket, "Nothing much, just don't litter; it's uncivilized."
Lin Yan finally showed a smile. She knew Lu Chenyuan wanted to keep it for her.
Raising her hand to knock on the door, Lin Yan banged on the big iron gate, making a clanging sound.
