Continuing his walk, Chen Yuan arrived at the entrance of the Chen Family's small courtyard, where a brand-new copper lock hung. Wang Ping took a key out of his bosom, unlocked it, and then pushed the door open to enter.
The courtyard was clean and tidy, as if Chen Yuan still lived there.
Chen Yuan's gaze swept around, and a familiar feeling spontaneously arose. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it felt very special.
Watching Chen Yuan's actions, Wang Ping stepped forward to open the door of the house, murmuring:
"I come to clean every few days. I knew you cared deeply about this family courtyard, Yuan, and never allowed strangers to come in..."
Before leaving, Chen Yuan had given the house key to Wang Ping so he could look after it. Although it was just a small courtyard, it held special meaning for him,
If it could be preserved, that would be for the best.