Shen Shuhuai opened the door, and the moment she saw the room, a wave of warmth surged through Rong Qian’s heart.

Just as Shen Shuhuai had said, this room had indeed been left for her by Shen Yi.

Rong Qian had thought the room in the Hong Kong house was already quite large, but this room was twice its size. Rong Qian felt as if her entire field of vision had expanded.

It was decorated throughout in the same princess-style theme, with sparkling, crystal-clear beaded curtains hanging down from the ceiling. With a touch, the beads knocked against each other, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.

The floor was covered with a soft, comfortable carpet, and floor-to-ceiling windows faced the bed. Rong Qian could already picture it—waking up every morning, drawing back the curtains, opening the floor-length windows, and standing on the balcony to breathe in the fresh air.

“This room must be really exhausting to clean.”

After taking it all in, Rong Qian let out this comment, which came genuinely from the heart.

Shen Shuhuai laughed. “A housekeeper comes regularly to clean and maintain it, so that’s not something to worry about.”

“There really isn’t a speck of dust.” Rong Qian walked over to the vanity and ran her hand across the surface—it was so clean it practically gleamed, let alone having any dust on it.

It looked nothing like a room that had sat empty and unused for decades.

Shen Shuhuai opened one of the vanity drawers and said to her, “Miss Rong, there are almost no personal belongings in this room. The only thing is, there are two boxes in this drawer.”

As he spoke, Shen Shuhuai had already taken out the boxes—they looked like ring boxes, white in color, made from a very high-end material, spotless and pristine.

“You can open them and take a look.” Shen Shuhuai gestured for her to do so.

Rong Qian casually opened one and discovered, to her surprise, a gold ring inside—and a very familiar one at that. It was the very ring Shen Yi had worn.

Rong Qian froze. This was the ring Shen Yi had worn on his hand? Then the other one must be—

Rong Qian immediately opened the other box, and sure enough, the other ring was the same style—except this one was a woman’s ring.

Shen Yi had indeed once said he had a ring he wanted to give her, but right when he was about to go get it, he’d been interrupted by Xu Mo, and afterward, the matter had simply been forgotten.

She never expected that, years later, Shen Yi would still manage to bring that ring before her.

Rong Qian took out the ring and noticed that there was a line of English engraved inside the band. She read it aloud: “The world of mortals is too shallow and miss too deeply?”

Shen Shuhuai translated it for her: “It means, the world of mortals is too shallow, but the longing runs too deep.”

Rong Qian was stunned for a moment. The fact that he had engraved such a line inside the ring meant for her—the meaning was already quite clear…

“Then what’s engraved on his ring?”

Curious, Rong Qian took out Shen Yi’s ring as well. The words engraved on his own ring weren’t nearly as subtle—it read quite plainly: “Every day I miss you and read your name.”

Rong Qian read out the translated meaning: “Missing you every day, calling out your name.”

After reading it aloud, Rong Qian couldn’t help but blush.

The line he’d left for her had been relatively subtle, but when it came to himself, he’d been this direct and bare—honestly, he had no shame at all!

“Miss Rong, please take both of these rings with you. I think it’s about time they were returned to their rightful owner.” Shen Shuhuai said this with feeling.

Rong Qian felt it wasn’t quite right to take them, but Shen Shuhuai insisted, and she had no choice but to put them away—including Shen Yi’s ring as well.

“By the way, what’s in this drawer?”

Rong Qian noticed one of the drawers had a keyhole. She tried pulling it open, but it was locked.

Shen Shuhuai said, “That one really is locked, and there’s no key for it either. But there shouldn’t be anything inside.”

“If there’s nothing inside, why would it be locked?” Rong Qian didn’t believe it—especially since this vanity was clearly brand new, so having no key was far too unusual.

Shen Shuhuai caught the implication in her words and guessed, “Miss Rong, you’re not thinking of forcing it open, are you?”

“Well, since you said this is my room, then there shouldn’t be a problem with me prying open my own lock, right?” Rong Qian winked at him, smiling slyly. The moment she finished speaking, she forcefully yanked the locked drawer right out!

Pure brute strength did the trick!

Shen Shuhuai clicked his tongue in amazement, but he was also curious—was there something inside this drawer?

“Huh, there really is nothing in here.” Rong Qian looked down—the drawer was empty.

Shen Shuhuai had sharp eyes. Pointing to the very back of the drawer, he said, “Wait, isn’t there something here?”

Rong Qian noticed it too—it was the back of a photograph. Because it was white and stood upright pressed against the very back of the drawer, you really couldn’t tell it was there without looking closely.

Rong Qian took out the photo, and the moment she turned it over and looked, her pupils widened instantly!

The person in the photo was herself…

“Miss Rong, it seems you’ll be able to travel through time again.” Seeing the photo, Shen Shuhuai’s face filled with relief. If it were possible, he too would like to see his cousin again.

Rong Qian, however, was lost in thought, her heart filled with all kinds of complicated emotions she couldn’t quite put into words.

Because in the photo, although she herself was standing, her head was lowered, clearly troubled, her fists clenched tightly, as if she were going through some kind of internal struggle.

The most immediate impression this gave Rong Qian was that the her in the photo seemed unwilling to travel back—yet she had no choice, she had to come back!

This process was clearly an agonizing struggle.

“Miss Rong, Miss Rong?”

“Hm?” Hearing Shen Shuhuai calling her name, Rong Qian snapped back to attention.

Shen Shuhuai looked at her with concern. “Were you thinking about something? I called your name several times just now, and you didn’t respond at all.”

“It’s nothing.” Rong Qian herself couldn’t quite describe what she was feeling right now. Looking at the photo in her hand, as if she had made up her mind about something, she said to Shen Shuhuai, “Let’s go look at Shen Yi’s room.”

“But it’s already locked—”

“Just pry it open.” Rong Qian cut him off, saying it decisively.

But Shen Shuhuai said that still wouldn’t do—he felt it wasn’t appropriate. Rong Qian didn’t understand, and asked, “What’s not appropriate about it? Maybe there’s something in his room that we don’t know about yet?”

Shen Shuhuai said to her, “Miss Rong, do you remember I told you this house isn’t mine—that I’m just looking after it for someone?”

“Of course I remember. This is Shen Yi’s home, and you’re looking after it for him—what’s the issue with that?” Rong Qian didn’t sense anything wrong.

Shen Shuhuai said, “Don’t you find it strange? My cousin has been missing for so many years now, and yet I’m still here, guarding this house for him.”

Rong Qian froze. What did he mean by that?

Shen Shuhuai told her, “It’s because he told me that someday, he would come back.”