She hadn't entered this room for so long, she almost forgot.
It wasn't that she didn't miss Mu Qianyuan, but she missed him too much.
She was just afraid that seeing everything about Mu Qianyuan would evoke her sadness.
The door opened, and a breath of sunlight swept over her.
Obviously, the room was cleaned daily by the servants, and from the arrangement and decor, it looked exactly the same as when Mu Qianyuan unexpectedly left, which means that the returning Yuan hadn't stayed in this room yet.
Ning Zitong walked to the bedside and picked up the photo frame on the nightstand.
A family of four, happy and warm.
The girl in the photo, pure and beautiful, innocent and lively, her eyes sparkling like stars when she smiled, and the two deep dimples by her mouth added to her outstanding beauty.
Ning Zitong lifted her gently trembling hand, placing it on the cheek of the little girl in the photo.
"Yuan..."
"Pat."
