HAN LUO'S HOUSE
"I can't believe people are still managing this house. I thought it was a goner!"
Standing in front of the house, Han Sheng Ming exclaimed. He was astonished.
He wasn't wrong. The house was well maintained. They saw one gardener working in the flower garden.
"It looks just like before," Tang Yujin commented. He was astounded just like his friend.
He used to come to this place with his friend, Han Sheng Ming. He dragged him here all the time to play with the newborn Han Luo.
Back then, Han Sheng Ming couldn't keep his hands off her red chubby cheeks.
Tang Yujin could still remember young Han Sheng Ming's voice.
"Yujin, Yujin, look at my cute little sister! Do you see how big her eyes are? She is like a furball. I think she recognizes you. Look, she is smiling!"