CREAK—
Jiangg Yao opened the door and returned home.
She habitually slipped on her slippers, walked over to the sofa, and sat down, taking the bag from her shoulder and placing it to the side.
The entire living room was terrifyingly silent. There wasn't the slightest sound, and the emptiness felt almost horrifying.
Jiangg Yao stared blankly for a while before lifting her head to look around.
Her sister was gone, Chen Yuan was gone, and now she was the only one left in the two-suite apartment.
The lively, bustling scenes of the past stood in stark contrast to the current silence. For a moment, she had no idea what to do.
A terrible panic churned in her heart, as if a piece of her had been carved out. She couldn't stop looking around... then suddenly felt that nothing she saw had any meaning, her eyes unable to find a place to rest.
And just like that, a sense of loss flooded her heart.
