But Huo Jingtang didn't take Qin Yucen back to the hotel; instead, they went to Tanghuang Dijing. When Qin Yucen stood in front of the long-missed villa, she looked at the luxuriant bamboo forest in the front yard, where a strong, fresh green was pervasive. The pink roses climbing the fence swayed in the wind, unwilling to remain unseen, stretching beyond the wall. There were also those green slab paths and the open-air swimming pool, the blue water sparkling clear, its surface disturbed by countless ripples spreading out in the rain.
Qin Yucen felt that everything was as familiar as when she had left. The air carried the faint fragrance of roses. Standing here now, everything seemed like a dream. Suddenly, she felt a touch of sadness, and then her eyes moistened.
Seeing her standing motionless at the door for a long time, Huo Jingtang embraced her from behind, "What's the matter with you? Not talking, not moving? Have you turned into a wooden person?"
