At night, the light breezes were stirring.
Ou Yangming sat in the small courtyard and looked at the sky. Jiang Yingrong came slowly. Seeing the faint melancholy in his eyes, she asked with a faint smile, "Brother Yu, are you homesick?"
"Yes, I've been away for too long. I've made an appointment with Brother Zang to leave the Big Ruins tomorrow." Ou Yangming looked at the dark sky.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Jiang Yingrong walked to his side and sat. There was a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
Ou Yangming did not reply. He was enjoying the night in front of him. After a long while, a white light flashed on his right hand. Afterward, an interspatial bag appeared in his hand. He smiled and said, "Inside are the gifts I'm giving to the Jiang family, as well as the gifts for you and Qingcheng..."
