As he spoke, a pair of old eyes rolled and looked over Song Chongjin's shoulder.
Song Chunhua stood up awkwardly, "Chongjin, you're back, have you eaten? Mother will cook for you!"
Song Chongjin just felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion and weakness surge into his heart, but he said nothing. He simply handed the medicine in his hand to Song Chunhua, "This is the medicine for the past half-month. I'm tired, I'm going to rest in my room."
Without giving Song Chunye a glance, he entered his own room.
Song Chunye's eyebrows shot up, she wanted to swear but held it in, her face drooped, "Fine, Chongjin is back, I don't have to worry about you being scared alone, I'm leaving."
As she spoke, she was about to leave, taking two steps before turning back to pour a plate of sunflower seeds left on the table into the front of her clothing and walked away with them in tow.
