Night slowly fell. Beside her nose was the smell of cooking with a big pot of firewood. It was very rustic.
Lu Ye said softly, "Although I came here last time, I didn't look at it carefully. It's too dark now, so I can't see anything clearly."
"Actually, the scenery is almost the same everywhere." Gu Yan looked out of the window, her expression indifferent. "If it's not home, it's actually the same everywhere."
Gu Yan had no sense of belonging to Jialuo.
The memories of her two lifetimes were too terrible, and she really couldn't like this place.
If it weren't for the fact that there were still some people here that she couldn't put her mind at ease, Gu Yan might never have wanted to return to this place.
Lu Ye looked at Gu Yan's tightly knitted brows, reached out and held her little hand, and said softly, "Yan Yan, from now on, wherever you are, I will be there, and our home will be there!"
