Chapter 305: Home

The dusk of winter is especially brief, and in just a moment, the sky has already darkened.

Nathaniel Summers stands by the window, looking at the white-walled, red-roofed little mansion in the distance, where the warm light seems to drape a thin layer of gauze over the house, dim, hazy, and romantic.

He doesn't know why, but he feels envious.

Compared to the luxurious house he is living in right now, that place seems more comfortable, more filled with the warmth of home...

Ever since Suzanne Saunders passed away, this home has increasingly lost the feeling of being a home.

Nathaniel glances at the photo of his wife on the table, her familiar face and laughter feeling increasingly strange and distant.

He can't help but think of the time he just saw Purple Summers downstairs. From afar, he watched her approach, and in a daze, he thought it was Suzanne returning.

They really look so alike...