As Chen Chuan walked into the room, sunlight streamed in from outside. It illuminated a portion of the interior and cast his shadow on the floor.
He glanced around. Aside from a layer of dust, the room's furnishings were no different from when he had left a year ago. This meant no one had been here since his departure.
Perhaps it was the building materials, or some other reason, but there were no insects to be found.
His predecessor had already taken away anything of major value bit by bit. All that remained was some furniture.
As he slowly walked through the room, his predecessor's memories surfaced at just the right moments. They were clear and vivid, flashing before his eyes like scenes from a warm-toned old film.
They were scenes from his childhood here, along with some memories of his predecessor's parents. That period had been his predecessor's happiest and most carefree time.
