Yan Ting reached out gently and held her small hand, guiding her toward the room. "Take a shower first, then I'll explain everything to you."
Banxia, like an obedient child, followed him into the room, took clean clothes, went to take a shower, and came back out.
She saw a series of family photos placed on the table. In the photos, she had a bright smile on her face, looking truly happy. The man beside her was smiling tenderly, while she held an adorable little boy in her arms. The little guy was kicking his two tiny legs uncooperatively.
Banxia raised her head again and saw a large wedding photo hanging on one side of the room's wall.
She was wearing a white wedding dress, gently leaning against the man's embrace.
Banxia then opened her drawer, and everything placed inside was stuff she loved—the colors, and even the handwriting in the diary were her own notes.
Banxia had no choice but to believe that she was indeed the mistress of this home.
