Chapter 455: My Tenant, My Forever

One year later. The sunlight of a Suzhou afternoon filtered through the large, clean windows, painting stripes of gold across the polished wooden floor. It was a familiar light, in a familiar place, yet everything felt new. The air, once heavy with unspoken tensions and the scent of instant noodles, was now filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint, sweet fragrance of the gardenias Penelope insisted on keeping by the window. This was our old apartment. The place where a lost...