Walking into the storeroom, it was a whole new world inside, everything was decorated like that old residence back in the day.
The same rose trellis, the same white wall, and... that same window.
On the walls to the left and right, they were covered with her photographs.
All of them were taken by him, capturing her appearance from those years:
Sometimes she was smiling with her head slightly tilted, the soft golden morning sun covered the top of her head, passing through her soft hair, casting a gentle halo beside her face.
Other times she was holding a book, reading as she walked, head lowered, her hair sliding down one cheek, with a few strands brushing against the pages.
