"13 seats 14, that's a good number. I hope I can live with you all my life." Ye Haoran's thick voice seemed to be in the air.

Fu Fengyi closed her eyes with tears on her face. The house was the first house that Ye Haoran gave her. After his death, she closed the house. She was not afraid of touching the scenery, but felt that she could finally find him. In the end, however, it backfired.

"Haoran, I am sorry for Ye Jia, I did not guard Ye Jia well." Fu Fengyi sighed and cried, and no one knew her sadness except the Buddha statue.

When the door was...