Half an hour later, Xia Yuxun rushed to the West Suburb.
The air was filled with the fresh aroma of gardenias, a familiar scent that seeped into each of her pores, every cell.
Memories, those things called memories, overflowed from their dust-sealed box...
As she passed by Jingwu Hall, looking at the familiar courtyard wall nearly caused her to collapse.
Wanting to approach yet afraid to do so, after hesitating, she bit her lower lip, steeled her heart, and headed straight for the villa not far away.
Five years later, Xia Yuxun had become indifferent and quiet, seemingly harmless, but that was only because her triggers hadn't been touched yet.
At that moment, Xia Yuxun was like an arrow strung on a heavy crossbow, slowly drawn to full tension, ready to launch.
The front gates of the Leng Family villa were tightly shut, and a strong foreboding feeling surged in her heart.
"Mommy——"
