After washing the dishes, wiping the table, and sweeping and mopping the floor, Mu Shengfeng was finally finished with his chores, and it was nearly two o'clock.
He went upstairs to his room, pushed the door open, and turned on the light. Mu Shengfeng stood at the bedroom doorway for quite a while.
After eight years away, Mu Shengfeng hadn't expected his room to look just as it did when he left.
The windows were bright and clear, clearly cleaned by someone. Yet, everything was exactly as it had been when he left for Ireland eight years ago.
The gray-blue plaid duvet, the photo on the bedside table of him in a military uniform, full of youthful energy and a broad smile, and the trophies and medals from his military training in the bookshelf.
Even the little warship pendant hanging from the desk lamp was still there.
Walking slowly forward, Mu Shengfeng lay down on the bed, looking up, his mind filled with events from his childhood to his current age.
