Home

Varian entered his home. With every flash of his memory, he grew more and more fond of this little building.

Perhaps because it represented the most carefree and brightest days of his life, Varian felt a reluctance to leave it.

Even though he lived in an apartment for the last year, he spent most of his life here.

The small garden in the front yard filled with purple flowers was a memory of his mother and her love for gardening. But to support him and Sia, she worked overtime and sacrificed her one little hobby.

"Rest In Peace, mom," Varian muttered softly as he looked at the swaying flowers. Their scent…they had the same scent as her.

Like all other times he thought of his mother, Varian still felt pain. But now, he also felt a sense of tranquility.

Her wish…even during her last moments, she wanted him to help Sia.

"Sia is hiding things from me." Varian closed his eyes and sighed. He only wished she could tell him her problems.