Aldrian stood in front of the gate entrance to his house, which was surrounded by a brick fence as high as one and a half meters. He and his wives could see the house clearly. It was simple house, around a hundred square meters in size, including its own garden.
There was no second floor and no excessive ornament. Yet even without any luxury, the house exuded a kind of warmth. The warmth of a family.
Although some of the details of the house had already changed compared to his past life, overall, it still retained the same shape as when Aldrian had lived here.
He could not help but feel sentimental. In that past life, he had lived an ordinary life in this house with his parents. The parents he believed to be the same as those in his current life.
They lived as ordinary people here and were even considered poor, as they barely managed to meet their daily needs.
