My Little Rosebud,

Feng Xuan didn't know what she was expecting. It was around an hour that they were in the car before they finally stopped.

"I thought it would be a storage unit," she said.

"This IS a storage unit," her father answered and pulled out keys. "But not an ordinary one. This is YOUR MOTHER'S."

Feng Xuan's head tilted up to get the whole enormous house in her vision. "Is this hers?"

"I bought it for her when she died." Feng Lizhao had successfully opened the door and they both stepped inside.

The house had a shape with lots of curves and arches. Patterns run all over the walls, the ceiling, and on the carpets covering parts of the marble floor. 

"Who's living here?"

"Nobody." He dropped the keys to the table nearest the door. "There are cleaners that go here twice a week."

"You gave her a house?!"

Feng Xuan's father looked guilty. 

"I thought Liu Lifen said it's a storage unit."