My Fair Stunner novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363 I'm Here

As a man who had also come from the low valley, how could Jake not bless Faye?

He not only hoped that Faye could live a good life but also hoped that she and Colin could be together forever so that he could believe that there was real warmth in the world and that there was true love that would never change.

After Jake finished his words, Faye didn't say anything.

Jake shook his head, "Sure enough, a psychologist can't make friends with a patient. He will be softhearted."

Faye chuckled, "Isn't there a rule in your profession that people with mental diseases can't be doctors?"

Jake said seriously, "Indeed, there is no such rule."

After saying that, he raised his chin at Faye and said, "Let's go."

"Have you brought the key?" Faye asked.

Jake patted his shirt pocket and said, "Of course."

After Faye was sent to the orphanage, her old house was sold by Shepard's relatives not long after.

After Faye grew up, she saved money to buy this house. However, the key was kept by Jake all the time because she couldn't overcome the pain in her heart.

The two of them crossed the road and entered the community. The closer she got to the house, the more suffocated Faye felt.

Walking next to Faye, Jake didn't tease her as he had done just now. Instead, he became much gentler. "If you can't stand it, just tell me. Don't push yourself too hard."

Faye took a deep breath. "I'm fine."

Faye hadn't been here for a long time. The furnishings in the yard, except for becoming old and shabby, were almost identical to the images in her memory.

Jake asked, "Shall we go into the room?"

"Okay," said Faye.

Her home was on the fourth floor, room 402 of the second left building.

The two walked inside side by side. Jake deliberately slowed down a step when they went upstairs and said, "You go first."

Faye pursed her lips and walked up the stairs.

This was the house more than 30 years ago. The stairs were made of cement without tiles. No matter how clean it was, it looked like there was a layer of dust.

When they went upstairs, Faye touched the wooden handrail.

The armrest had faded away from the yellow color in her memory and became mottled. The wooden texture was rough and hard to touch.

Jake followed her and asked, "What're you thinking?"

Faye said, "My mother was kneeling here and begging my father not to leave."

Jake frowned and asked, "Any good memory?"