Chapter 138

It was the first time she had seen so many roses, taking up almost the entire small yard of the house, the small red flowers embracing one another, blooming so brightly even in winter. "Is this where June used to live?" Cheng Lydia asked, baffled. When she saw the yard full of roses, she already guessed it was, but she couldn't help but ask the question anyway. Shen Ron nodded, his grip on the steering wheel clenching little by little as fragments of memory flooded his mind and stung his heart. He inhaled softly with a sinking breath and said dully, "Lydia, let's go." He uttered this in an almost pleading voice. The bits and pieces of the past were like a thorn, a knife, and he couldn't bear the pain of being conked by memories, really couldn't. He shouldn't have brought her here, but it was useless to regret it now. For Cheng Lydia, who was sulking in that yard full of rosebuds, did not feel his eagerness to leave, b