The bookcase in the study was built around three walls.
In the middle of the room was a tatami design that made it possible to lie down and sit.
At that time, William Walton liked to stay in the study room to read.
He turned around and saw her standing in the doorway, looking at him in a daze.
He pulled her hand.
"What's wrong? Why are you still in a daze?"
She looked at him: "William Walton, I am starting to suspect that my mother has come here to steal something."
"Hmm?"
William Walton's expression carried a sense of not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What nonsense is this?"
"Here …"
She raised her finger and pointed towards the study.
"I have been here."
William Walton shook his head and laughed: "Did you remember wrongly?"
"Your second uncle's design is actually quite unique. It should be considered rather rare …"
"Indeed, this was still a trendy design thirty years ago."
"It could also be that when you were young, your mother actually brought you here, but you just don't remember."
"It can't be …"
She was puzzled.
She replied, "My mom is just a worker, how could she possibly bring her child to this kind of place?"
"Then you can't suspect your mother of stealing things!" he said, pulling her into his study.
"Don't think too much about it, come in."
As he looked at William Walton's back, he actually called his 'mother—in—law' with joy.
She entered the room and looked around, " Why are there so many books?"
"My Second Uncle is amazing, he always told me that although my family doesn't need to rely on my studies to change my fate, I still need to read more books to enrich my life. He said that no matter how big this world is, there will be a day when I will walk all the way to the end, but the knowledge endless. If you know more, you will see a more beautiful world than others. I remember his word till now."
Hearing William Walton's words, she couldn't help but exclaim, "If he was alive, he would have married and become a good father."
Thinking about how Second Uncle's final miserable fate had been ruined by a woman, William Walton was slightly moved.
"Indeed, the reason why we hate Anderson family so much is because Second Uncle is so outstanding. So good … His death was such a pity. "
He shook his head, "I won't say anymore. I've already said that I want to find trouble with the Anderson family again. Let's go to the rooftop to stay for a while."
When she followed him out of the study, she couldn't help but turn around to take a glance.
There were too many familiar places here.
What's going on?
Did she feel that something was wrong?
Reaching the roof, William Walton opened the window to the greenhouse.
The faint fragrance of the sea breeze and flowers wafted into the room.She took a deep breath.
With her beloved by her side and the beautiful scenery in front of her, life really couldn't be cozier.
