Should I Say Congratulations?
It wasn't until the sun had settled down far into the horizon that Jiang Jinyan finally returned home. It was the house that he had lived in for fourteen years. Jiang Jinyan didn't remember where the house he lived with his mother was. Jiang Huocheng never told him anything, everything in the past sank down like a small pebble plunging to the bottom of the ocean, indefinitely being buried without knowing when to see the light of the day.
The Jiang Residence was built in an antique style. The ground was covered in hardwood floors and the wallpaper was creamy white. The light was planted around the corner of the room and it could be set either to brightly white or dimly yellow according to preference. Boston Ivy circled around the wall outside and the lawn was covered in soft grass, adorned with an old, small wisteria tree. It would definitely feel very comfortable to lay down when the sun wasn't too hot.