Upon hearing Charlie’s clear response, Stefanie couldn’t contain her joy. She twirled around happily, dashed back to her room, and promptly slipped into a thick, long down jacket.


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    In her hand, she carried a pair of stylish round-framed ck-rimmed sses. Once she put them on, she transformed into an irresistibly cute girl, radiating a charm that captivated all the men around her. However, there was a quirky edge to her allure.


    Deep down, Stefanie embraced her own unique and yful identity.


    Her mind was uplicated; she had no romantic experiences, little familiarity with interacting with boys, andcked the secretive thoughts that many girls her age often had.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Charlie saw a hint of her childhood in her expression. Reflecting on the past, he recognized that Stefanie had been the sweet burden of his younger days.


    When I refer to her as a sweet burden, it’s because, although I sometimes wished for a break from her constant presence—calling me Charlie like a devoted follower—there was a part of me that relished the way she surrounded me with her energy.


    Noticing Charlie’s gaze linger on her, Stefanie felt her cheeks flush. With a shy voice, she asked, “Charlie, why are you looking at me like that?”


    Snapping back to reality, Charlie chuckled awkwardly and replied, “I was just lost in thought, reminiscing about our childhood.”


    Stefanie’s heart swelled with happiness as she lowered her gaze and softly urged, “Let’s hurry!”


    To keep Stefanie’s identity under wraps, Charlie drove their old, humble Volvo from the vi area straight into the heart of the city.


    Heathbrook, located in the center of Eastcliff, is renowned as one of the most vibrant areas in the city.


    Remarkably, this ce has managed to retain its charm without excessive development. The old courtyard houses are well-preserved, making it a must-visit spot to experience the true essence of Eastcliff.


    After more than half an hour on the road, Stefanie navigated into a narrow alley near Heathbrook. In this slightly tight space, it was hard to tell whether each household was that of a modest family or a more affluent one.


    In Eastcliff, courtyard residents fall into two distinct categories.


    First, there are those who live in dpidated bungalows,cking even basic amenities like private toilets, necessitating trips to public restrooms, even in the biting winter cold.


    Then, there are the wealthier individuals.


    To reside in a courtyard house, one must have sufficient means to ensure the home isfortable and well-maintained.


    Courtyard houses are mainly single-story structures, and the outside often provides no clues about the interiors. It’s only upon entering that one discovers the stark contrasts.


    Some courtyards are cluttered with briquettes, bicycles, and jars of kimchi, making navigation a challenge. These spaces often feature hastily constructed shanties and can pose various safety hazards.


    Conversely, some courtyards appear unremarkable from the street but reveal magnificent interiors once you step inside.


    This description fits Stefanie’s courtyard house perfectly.


    While others may have cramped and chaotic spaces, the Sun residence stands out with its grandeur and timeless elegance!


    Inside, the walls are adorned with pristine white marble, and nine impressive Tamrons of varying poses grace the space.