My World Is All about You

Chapter 736 -737: Courage (29)_1

Chapter 736 -737: Courage (29)_1

Jing Haohao couldn’t help but glance curiously at the door, noticing that the number on it was “367”.

Despite feeling a certain familiarity with this number, Jing Haohao could not quite place it in her memory. She proceeded onward, luggage in hand, and upon seeing the large sign labeled “Suzhou Street”, she couldn’t help but frown.

Suzhou Street, Number 367.

In Jing Haohao’s mind, Liang Chen’s previously spoken words suddenly popped up:

“After dinner, I’ll take you somewhere.”

“Suzhou Street, Number 367.”

Jing Haohao unconsciously halted in her tracks. Was this mystery building the destination where Liang Chen intended to bring her?

Jing Haohao slowly turned around, impulsively retracing her steps, and gently pushed the door open.

Stepping in and lifting her gaze upon the scene before her, Jing Haohao froze for a moment.

She never would have guessed that such an enchanted realm lay hidden amidst the bustling metropolis that was Suzhou Street.

A glass house stood within, surrounded by a rich and diverse array of flowers. The walls of the glass house were adorned with colorful lights, blinking incessantly.

On the entrance to the glass house, a wind chime hung, with several cages suspended nearby, the songbirds within resonating melodious tunes.

Oh, this scene was so familiar….

Jing Haohao cocked her head in thought for some time before slowly entering the glass house. She stood at the entrance and upon holding onto a wooden sign under the wind chime, she saw that it read: “Forever at Half Past

Eight”.

The back of the wooden sign displayed the numbers: 2030.

After Jing Haohao contemplated for a moment, she finally realized, “Half Past Eight” can also represent 2030.

Forever at Half Past Eight, that is, forever loving you, missing you.

A shimmer emerged deep within Jing Haohao’s heart. Did Liang Chen name this glass house this way?

Jing Haohao slowly pushed open the glass door and could hear delightful singing. A middle-aged woman holding a flower pot was watering the potted plants within the glass house.

Centered in the glass house hung a large hammock, adjacent to a table and a pair of chairs.

Fluttering butterflies filled the room.

And a sweet fragrance of flowers permeated through the entire glass house.

The entire scene was unbelievably beautiful.

Walking around and scanning the space, Jing Haohao gravitated toward the table, and on it discovered a piece of paper. She reached out to pick it up, her face turning into a look of utter amazement.

How did her childhood drawings end up here?

No wonder she thought the scene seemed so familiar. So, it was essentially a construct based on her drawings from when she was a kid.

Her hand that held the drawing began to tremble.

The woman watering the flowers, surprised by the intrusion at first, called out joyfully upon recognizing the visitor: “Miss Jing.”

Only then did Jing Haohao realize that the woman watering the flowers was a maid from the Half Mountain Villa.

“Miss Jing, what brings you here? Has Mr. Chen handed this place over to you?” asked the maid, still watering the flowers with her watering can.

“Huh?” Jing Haohao couldn’t help but scrunch her eyebrows. Handed over to her? Was this place meant to be hers?

“Yes, didn’t you know, Miss Jing? This place was crafted by Mr. Chen especially for you.”