Her father and brother had been gone for years, but their rooms were kept just as they had been. None of their belongings had been thrown away, as if they might come back to stay at any moment. The rooms were spotless and tidy, without a speck of dust.
Pushing open her father's door, his brilliant smile flashed through her mind. Her optimism came from his cheerful nature. Even though she'd grown up without a mother's affection, her father had doted on her. Living in this warm, big family, she had never felt a lack of love. When she was little, she would ask, "Why doesn't Mommy want me?" But later, with her sisters and brother, she felt it didn't matter at all whether she had a mother or not...
This room had probably been broken into several times already. Judging from the fire that had occurred in the villa in her past life, the culprits had never found anything useful here.
