Chen Yuan hadn't been to what was, in name only, his other home for many years. Since finishing junior high, he had hardly ever returned to Kyoto, and his memories had begun to fade with time.
As they drove, he recognized some of the scenery. The flowers and plants growing in the greenbelts along the road seemed familiar, but some streets looked as if they had been completely redesigned, leaving him with no impression of them whatsoever.
The driver headed toward the quieter suburbs.
Chen Yuan quietly watched the scenery outside the car window, but his mind was entirely occupied with thoughts of the two sisters. He felt no warmth at the prospect of arriving home—or rather, this place didn't feel like home to him at all.
Even Jiang Zhengfeng rarely returned.
