Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 220 The Stormy Weather

It was late at night. Memory Inn had already gone to sleep.

The night of the Erhai Lake was very quiet.

Daytime was still fuming hot. But at night, the wind arrived.

A vague black shadow headed towards one of the doors of Memory Inn. There was a wooden door that was hardly ever opened. Even workers who had worked at Memory Inn for ages had not seen this door open.

There was a rustling noise, as a key was inserted into the hole, "click". The wooden door opened and the person at the door stood motionlessly for a while, before lifting her foot to go in.

She was the owner of Memory Inn.

She was good-tempered, easy-going and kind-hearted manager in the eyes of everyone around.

But at this moment, people who were familiar with her would certainly find it unbelievable. The mild-tempered boss in everyone's eyes had an indifferent look; her eyes hid grief that cannot be concealed. Desperate looks, grieving eyes, and heavy feet... "I came to see you." A coarse voice slowly sounded.

But there was no one else in the house but her.

Lifting her foot, she walked inside Memory Inn. This might be the place she was most familiar with. Not her own room, but here.

With no lights on, she groped forward into the darkness. She felt assured that every single thing here was too familiar to her.

Moving forward, she unexpectedly touched the edge of a table. After fumbling for a while longer, she felt an object, 'snap'. At that moment, the fire lit up; her hand was holding up a lit matchstick. After her hands trembled inscrutably, she decided to light up two scented candles instead.

"Do you remember that day, the fire? So many people were all outside watching. Maybe the fire is too big. Maybe I'm not good with people. You were the only one who charged in... why are you such a fool..." The candle was lit as the match went out. She took the incense from the offering table and gathered it to light them up from the candle. She then inserted it slowly into the incense burner. Everything was done slowly. Looking up, she stared at the picture before her.

"It's that time of year again when the Ghost Festival arrives and the Fengdu City Gate (the ghost gate, rumoured to be the only way for deceased people to pass down to Earth) opens, will you come and visit me, Leona?"

In the photo on the table, Leona smiled brightly. The woman sat silently in front of the table, looking at the photo in front of her. She certainly did not have a photo of Leona, nor her ashes. The photo was painted based on her own memories, by a stray painter who passed by Erhai Lake on a trip.

Obviously, she was smiling so brightly.

woman squeezed the palm of her hand

...

was sore, "Before I came to Erhai Lake, I was able to dream of you from time to time. How come I've fulfilled your dream of Erhai Lake,

moist, "Leona, if you don't appear in

was lonely, but she was desperately

never appeared

was good, but she couldn't enter her

that Leona wanted. Living each and every day lying on the recliner, tasting tea while looking at the sky to enjoy the scenery... but it was hard to breathe. She squatted down with the paper money she prepared earlier. Twisting it one by one and dropping it into the fireplace while talking

money burned out, the woman stood up slowly. Standing after squatting for

knew in her heart that this was

that was about to tilt and fall to the ground when a force at her waist held her in

"Be careful."

She looked to the doorway

the person behind him, how much did he... see and

couldn't sleep, so I came down to take a walk. Just walked over here when I saw a bright light coming from inside. So, I just stood at the

on the floor that was

her

He quirked an

see the person

to block his sight, but it was helpless

it was mostly covered, he could

A woman?

call her

He asked tentatively.

Mr Lo like to pry into other people's

she

Lo quickly stretched out his hands and held it up, "Ok, it's my bad. Boss, do you have any

...

at night in S City, a storm was coming at the

trembling hands, Payne held three reports which he had been looking at for most of the day. His forehead was still dripping with sweat. He was incredulous and even frightened. Suddenly, Payne stood up and raised his stride towards the bedroom of Jafar and Deirdre. He hurriedly ran over, leaving behind the sound his rapid footsteps in