Even though I've already retrieved the complete memories from 2016 and have interacted with Secretary Jin in reality.
It wasn't until now, standing in the fragrant and luxurious walk-in closet, looking at the clothes she had worn, the traces she had left.
Tang Song finally dispelled some of the surreal feelings in his mind.
He placed the stockings in his hand down.
Tang Song wandered around the room for a while before returning to the master bedroom.
It was clear that this sea-view apartment was only an occasional residence for Secretary Jin.
Though fully equipped with daily necessities, there was nothing crucially important.
Sitting in the office area in the corner, he tried entering the computer password, but all attempts were wrong.
Tang Song didn't continue trying and instead held a pen with an exceptional texture.
Then he picked up a thick black notebook from the table.
He wanted to verify the effects of this prop.
