Had I really lived here before?
No way.
I'd always thought I was nobody special, just an ordinary person. How could I have lived in such a luxurious place?
Then why did it feel so familiar?
But something was telling me that this place really was familiar.
I stepped into the room and looked around, curious.
What kind of person could have lived in such a luxurious house?
"What a huge living room..."
I looked around. It really was spacious.
Then I checked the other areas. What caught my eye was the underwear hanging beside the bed.
Women's underwear... Had the previous owner of this room been a woman?
At the thought, I walked into the bedroom. Once inside, something caught my eye. It was a...
gun... I'd never seen one like it, but it gave
me an incredibly familiar feeling.
I walked over to the head of the bed and picked up the silver revolver. It was heavy, and it was stamped with something like "500 S&W M"—a whole bunch of English letters, anyway.
Looking at the gun, I felt as if some thoughts were coming back. There were a few scratches on it, but it seemed its owner had taken good care of it.
Could this gun have belonged to the room's original owner?
But why hadn't she taken it with her?
After looking over the gun, I noticed a piece of paper underneath it.
There was only one short line written on it.
"For Mom... Fang Yuxuan."
At the end were the two characters Fang Juan. Mother and daughter?
Emmm... Wait, the grave I saw—was that Fang Yuxuan's grave? And this was for Fang Yuxuan? Those names were so
similar. Could they have been siblings, a brother and sister, or
a sister and brother?
No way. What