Chapter 88:

This road truly has countless untold stories!

Taking a few steps into the courtyard, seeing the familiar scene, smelling the familiar scent, the accumulated frustration finally surged into the corners of her eyes, then turned into tiny teardrops trickling down. “Master...”

Her lips quivered as she cried out, but no one answered. Arista thought Caroline was still sleeping in the study as before.

But when she pushed the door open and looked around, the room had been cleaned up... Not just cleaned in the usual way...

But there were no chairs, no tables, not even the bed or wardrobe.

The empty room, feeling afraid but still unable to stop crying startled arista, still recounting her frustration and suffering during the pastime. She looked around; the room, originally not large, now seemed unusually empty with no furnishings.

Arista walked up to the window where Caroline usually bowed her head to write, whisking her hand against the window. Her fingers immediately picked up a thin layer of