Now, Wang Zheng simply stayed quietly in her home in Robin Hood's Bay.
At first, the house had been nothing more than a temporary retreat—a place to disappear when everything became too much. But as the weeks passed, and one crisis followed another, she began to realize that the quiet suited her. Perhaps too well.
So she bought it.
There was something strangely comforting about knowing she wouldn't have to leave anytime soon. She began making small changes around the house, slowly turning it into something that felt less like a hiding place and more like a home.
Eventually, she wanted it to become her sanctuary.
She had no intention of spending months buried in renovations, but there were things that needed to be done. A room had to be prepared for the baby. The furniture needed replacing, the plumbing needed work, and the dampness that seemed to linger in every corner had to be dealt with properly.
It was an old house in a place where rain seemed to belong to the landscape.
