Even if his steps were slow, the road would still come to an end.
At the end was the grand entrance of Nanci Mansion.
Zhao Rong paused his steps, taking a serious look at this place, which had become familiar over the month.
Then, he voluntarily let go of Lingfei's hand.
"Qing Jun, I'm leaving first. I have an early journey tomorrow morning, you don't need to see me off," he said.
Lingfei, with her back to Zhao Rong, didn't speak or react; she walked straight towards the door.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, gazing at the figure of his wife before preparing to turn and leave.
Just then, just as he was about to turn around.
Lingfei's voice was carried over by the evening breeze.
"Fool, keep up."
Zhao Rong froze in his movement, momentarily wondering if he had experienced an auditory hallucination.
What did Qing Jun say?
Zhao Rong stared blankly at Lingfei's graceful figure.
Seemingly perceiving his stupor.
