Song's house is particularly cold in winter.

It rained the day before, and there were wet water stains on the ground. The sky was also overcast, and the wind was biting and biting.

Mr. Song passed away.

After Ning An sent the old man away, he returned to Song's house again.

I haven't been here for many years, and the Song residence is still the same as before. Except for the old housekeeper who is still here to watch the door, the house has been abandoned and deserted.

After the divorce, the key to Song's house was always in Mr. Song's hands. When Mr. Song left, he gave the key to Ning An.

This was the old man's last wish, and Ning An had no choice but to accept it.

In those years, Song House was the residence of her and Song Shaoyan, and she also lived here for a year.

"Madam, be careful, the floor is slippery." The old housekeeper reminded Ning An in a low voice while walking in front.

Ning An smiled coquettishly: "Butler Zhou, just call me An'an."

The old housekeeper smiled, but he was still not used to changing his words.

Walking to the living room, the old housekeeper turned on all the lights.

The hall suddenly brightened up. The tables, chairs, murals, sofas... were still the same as before. Even the placement was exactly the same as before. Even Song Shaoyan's ashtray on the coffee table was still there.

Ning An stood at the entrance, looking around, his eyes blurred and sad.

It seems very familiar and yet strange.

I haven't been back for five years.

She looked at the sofa, still looking the same. In a daze, she seemed to see a tall figure on the sofa. She blinked and the figure disappeared again.

For a long time, Ning'an did not move.

Ning An didn't say anything, and the old housekeeper just stood at the door.

The door to the living room was open, and the biting cold wind from outside blew into the home, making Ning An's neck feel chilly.

She rubbed her hands and looked at the study room upstairs: "Steward Zhou, please give me the key to the study. There are some calligraphy and paintings in the study that are gathering dust even if they are left there. I auctioned them off and donated them to the welfare home."

"Madam, those are the calligraphy and paintings that Mr. likes..."

“What’s the use of calligraphy and painting when people are gone?”

The old housekeeper was speechless, took out a key from a bunch and handed it to Ning An.

"Madam, where are the other things in Song's house? Are they going to be sold too?"

"I have listed the villa. I hope a suitable buyer can take it over. I will leave the furniture for future buyers." Ning An's face was as calm as water, and there was no wave in his eyes. "Song Shaoyan's property is mine."

I won’t do it, I will take care of everything before returning to the United States this time.”

"Madam...will you come back in the future?"

Ning An shook his head: "I'm not coming back."

The old housekeeper felt lost and did not reply for a long time.

Ning An walked up the stairs to the study room.

Pushing the door open, she touched the switch at the door. When the light was turned on, the study was brightly lit.

Bookshelf, desk, books... everything is in order and has not changed.

Ning An was not familiar with the study, and she had only been in there a handful of times. Because this was Song Shaoyan's private territory, he did not allow her to come in.

Ning An found a few precious calligraphy and paintings, but she didn't understand them very well. She had no use keeping them, and Mr. Song left.

The old housekeeper didn't try to persuade him again. Maybe there was really no use in keeping it, so it would be better to follow the wife's wishes.

Ning An opened the drawer of Song Shaoyan's desk. There were pens, paper, cigarettes, lighters and some other small items in the drawer. It was full of life, as if that person was still there.
Chapter completed!