After they finished buying gifts, they took a cab to Yang family residence.
The moment Ding Feng stepped through the gates of the Yang family residence, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia hit him.
For a few seconds, he simply stood there, staring at the familiar estate.
An indescribable ache spread through his chest.
No matter how hard he tried, he could not put the feeling into words.
He had spent nearly half his life here.
As children, he and Yang Lingyun had run through these gardens together, played endless games in the courtyards, and caused countless headaches for the adults around them. Some of his happiest memories had been created within these walls.
Back then, he had never imagined a future where he and Yang Lingyun would become strangers.
Yet that was exactly what had happened.
The realization made his heart feel painfully heavy.
