Yun Qiqi, feeling somewhat anxious, followed him out of the elevator and saw an extremely spacious and luxuriously decorated living room, the kind that could only be seen in TV dramas.
It was exaggeratedly large and also exaggeratedly beautiful.
Although she had no memory of ever being here, standing in this living room at this moment, a wave of familiarity rose from deep within her.
It was as if she had lived here for a long time.
There was no sense of unease about being in unfamiliar surroundings.
She took a couple of steps forward and noticed two figures standing beside the sofa.
One was dressed as a housekeeper, probably the housekeeper of the place, with slightly graying hair, looking to be in his fifties, but he appeared very spirited, standing very straight.
The other was a middle-aged woman standing beside him, around the same age, who was bowing her head and wiping her tears, seemingly in sorrow.
