In the next few days, the two of them stuck together almost day and night, never separating for a moment.
Ah Luo's wound recovered very quickly. In less than a week, most of the scabs on his wound had fallen off. Only when he looked closely could he see a few light pink scars on his palm. At the same time, it was getting closer and closer to the day of farewell.
The next day was the day ah Luo returned to the country.
That day's dinner was made by ah Zhen. Ever since his hand injury had almost recovered, he had taken over the task of cooking at the first opportunity. After dinner, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV as usual, but neither of them paid attention to the TV program.
Ah Luo held her in her arms, and her left hand combed her long hair. Qing 'er was lying lazily in his arms, checking the flights tomorrow on her mobile phone. "Yueyue, you have to wake up early tomorrow. I'll send you to the airport."
