Returning to that house, Qianning let out a long sigh. She had not expected that Beigong Cang would still be living here after more than two years since she left.
Fang Caixuan watched Qianning push open the door of that house before returning to the taxi. The car slowly drove away from the small house, and tears slowly streamed down Fang Caixuan's eyes. She didn't know if what she was doing was right, actually bringing another woman to the man she loved. However, she thought she wouldn't regret it, even if time could turn back and she had to make the choice again, she would still make the same decision.
Qianning turned on the living room's main light, everything was exactly the same as when she left over two years ago. That couch, where Beigong Cang caressed her rounded belly, asking if the child was well-behaved. That staircase, where he gently carried her upstairs.