Lin Xingjie was about to return to the home that belonged to her when she stopped midway.
A pair of delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly as she glanced towards the open doorway beside her, a dim light revealing itself from within, casting elongated shadows on the ground.
This was her other "home" — or rather, her former home.
The wet, uneven stone steps bore traces of moss. The various marks on the wooden door seemed ordinary, yet they felt familiar to the girl.
Here was a dent made by her kicking shoes, there was an impression from a ball she had boredly smashed against it when she was younger; a small part of the doorframe had fallen off, probably a "scar" left behind after slamming the door countless times…
It had been ten years since Lin Xingjie's father disappeared and she and her mother Lin Suya moved from their hometown to this city.