Her Home

The room in front of him was surrounded by a warm atmosphere.

The pink gauze fluttered in the breeze, coordinating well with the curtains, as if composing a magnificent piece of music together.

"Do you like it?"

Gu Langping's gentle voice sounded beside her ear. Tang Ke'er, who still hadn't recovered from her shock, nodded.

When she was young, her mother was still there.

Her room was still pink and her mother would lie on the bed and tell her stories every day, coaxing her to sleep.

Later on, he went to Dou Shengming's house, and the rooms were all in black and white minimalist style.

She was alone in the empty house every day, alone and cold, assailing her.

"Welcome home."

Once again, Gu Langping used his extremely gentle voice to drop an atomic bomb beside Tang Ke'er's ear. Tang Ke'er was stunned on the spot.

Home?

The word was strange and familiar to her.