After staying to chat for a short while, Xiao Zhiyuan bade everyone a good night and left for the farm.
They had a lot of local specialties back home, and Xiao Luo's grandparents had prepared a selection of his favorites and placed them in Xiao Luo's room. There were chips, peanuts, and fried rolls.
After he finished tidying up the room, Xiao Luo made himself a cup of hot tea and stood by the window.
It was pitch dark outside, still drizzling, and everything seemed remarkably tranquil. Xiao Luo felt the stark difference here as if this was another life, compared to the city. Standing by the window, everything he had experienced in Jiangcheng was like a dream: protecting Chu Yue, becoming the boss of Luo's Workshop, annihilating the Dragon Gang.
Everything just seemed surreal at that very moment, like he was living two different lives.
