Stepping inside the penthouse she shared with her twin sister late in the afternoon, Li Chuntao stood frozen in the hallway, her gaze swept around the place she knew from the heart. This place was her and Ying's safe haven.
The moment she and Ying saw this place, they instantly fell in love with it. The penthouse was huge enough to allow them to set their own work spaces. Ying's paintings and sculptures easily filled her private space while Chuntao's vast collection of books was displayed in her private library.
"Miss Chuntao, are you hungry? I can prepare a light meal if you want," Hou Chen asked her, noticing the paleness on her face. Song Zexi was usually the one tending to their Miss but she was still in a deep coma from the head trauma she got during the accident.
Li Chuntao shook her head.