Demani had been standing still for several minutes, her eyes fixed on the towering house before her. She blinked a few times, making sure she wasn’t dreaming—that she had really returned to this place, the very place that reminded her why she had become so afraid to love again.“I can’t believe I’m back,” she whispered, staring up at the three-story house nestled high on the Antipolo mountain.It looked exactly the same.The first and second floors were made of solid concrete, painted pristine white. The windows were crafted from shatterproof glass, and the front door was built from a high-grade, expensive kind of wood. The third floor stood out—it was made entirely of glass. From where she stood, she had a clear view of the spacious and elegant library inside.Her gaze dropped as she looked around the property.Out front was a lush Zen garden with perfectly trimmed greenery. At the center, there was a small pond, with a quaint little bridge stretching over it. Lotus flowers floated o
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