Bao Yancheng opened the villa's main door, and the dust was stirred up; he squinted his eyes and held his breath.
The spacious hall had the kitchen ahead, a reception room to the east, and a small door in the northwest corner leading to the backyard.
He did not remember this place, but these details, he remembered clearly...
Wen Wanzhi watched as Bao Yancheng did not linger on the first floor, instead, his steps hurried as he ascended the stairs.
"What are you doing?"
The wooden stairs creaked, signaling that the place had been deserted for a long time, and she subconsciously worried about Bao Yancheng's safety.
Yet, the man seemed deaf to her concerns, rushing upstairs with Wen Wanzhi following behind, hearing Bao Yancheng muttering softly,
"The display room, it's upstairs."
A shiver ran through Wen Wanzhi's spine.
So he remembered everything.
Even if his mind did not remember, his body's instincts would guide him.