Under the bed, there was an array of small shoes, neatly arrayed in rows. The same style: one pink and one blue of each kind.
Hanging on the coat rack by the door were Jing Yiren's clothes and bags.
Everything in front of him filled Lu Ming with nostalgia.
Moving towards the coat rack, his large hand touched Jing Yiren's clothes, all of which carried her scent.
Bowing his head and inhaling the long-missed fragrance, his longing surged wildly.
Holding her clothes felt just like holding Jing Yiren herself.
Everything seemed to have returned to a year ago.
Embracing the one he loved most tightly.
Just as Lu Ming was lost in thought, suddenly, there was a noise from downstairs.
Jing Dezhen's cheerful voice, "Little treasures! You're back, huh!"
Jing Yiren, "Dad! Why are you back so early? Didn't you say you had work at the company today?"
Hearing that long-missed familiar voice, Lu Ming was startled, wishing he could rush downstairs immediately.
