Through the small door, they entered a relatively spacious yard. There were flower beds beside the yard, and they placed small wooden tables and stools in the middle. It looked like a place where family members sat in the yard and drank tea.
The row of brick houses at the back was where the family lived.
In her previous life, Jian Ai had been to Yang Xiaoman's house before. The scene in front of her was roughly the same as what she remembered. However, not long after, this place was demolished because of the city's construction. Yang Xiaoman's father had no choice but to close the roast duck stall that he had operated for over ten years.
"Sit here for a while. I'll get you some water." Yang Xiaoman let the two of them sit at a small wooden table before turning around and running into the house.
Jian Ai looked at her back with a glint in her eyes. Some scenes from her previous life with Yang Xiaoman flashed across her mind.
