The suitcase wheels echoed dully on the Su Family Villa's marble floor, mirroring Xu Mengjie's hollow heartbeat.
This three-story European-style building in the wealthy western district of the city once was the castle of her romantic dreams, but now it feels like a lavish and cold prison, each step heavy to take.
"Mengmeng!" Su Haoyang's voice was filled with intentionally exaggerated surprise and tenderness, as if she had merely returned from a shopping trip and not just cut off the foundation of her career with her own hands.
He rushed forward, taking the heavy suitcase from her hand without a word and pulled her into his arms, the grip so strong it made her a bit breathless. The familiar cologne mixed with an imperceptible sense of alienation washed over her.
"You must be exhausted, right? Mom specifically had the kitchen prepare some fine blood bird's nest soup; it's been kept warm, just waiting for you to come back."
