Rong Lan's bedroom was on the third floor, with a balcony facing the Huangpu River. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the French windows wide open, the warm sunlight filled half of the bedroom, the breeze gently blew the off-white curtains, the bed was tidy as new, the floor was spotless, the books on the bookshelf were neatly arranged, and there was a book with a bookmark on the bedside table, as if someone had just read it not long ago.
Rong Lan sat down on the bed, looking at this familiar bedroom, feeling a lot of emotions. Although the details are slightly different, this place is almost exactly the way he remembers it. Referring to the degree of damage to his neighbors' houses, he can imagine how dilapidated this house was when Chu Xingzhou just returned here. Chu Xingzhou actually quietly repaired it so well, no wonder he kept urging him to come back. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of Chu Xingzhou's eagerness to offer treasures but pretending to be nonchalant. It's always good to be flattered by others, especially in this way that touches the softest part of people's hearts.
Chu Xingzhou appeared at the open door, knocked on the door gently, and looked at Rong Lan with a smile.
Rong Lan stood up.
Chu Xingzhou walked into the room, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction, "Well, I have a good memory, right?"
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...