An Lan couldn't help but step forward. She didn't mind the dust and gently touched the knitted cover on the cabinet. The knitting was fine and even featured beautiful patterns, clearly the work of someone with great craftsmanship.
Above her head hung a ceiling chandelier which, due to lacked maintenance, was coated in a thick layer of dust, just like the apartment itself – temporarily sealed and now waiting for this very moment.
The decorating taste of the mother-in-law she had never met seemed to set trends, even by today's standards. An Lan walked to the window and opened it; the white lace curtains fluttered gently with the breeze that blew in.
She turned around and found Huo Zhanting was gone.
An Lan was in no hurry, leisurely strolling around the six-floor apartment with its imitation wooden spiral staircase. At the bottom of the staircase, two large rubies were embedded into the handrail.
The plates in the kitchen were mostly European-style.
