Sincerely thanking Old Jenny, Mo Yichen stayed in the hospital with Qiao Xinran for a few more days until the doctor said the danger was over and she could be discharged. It was then that Mo Yichen completed the discharge procedures and brought Qiao Xinran back to Old Jenny's house.
When he first saw the little wooden building, Mo Yichen's frown was nearly imperceptible.
However, from the moment he stepped into the yard, and pushed the door open, everything he saw and felt made it clear to Mo Yichen why Qiao Xinran had chosen to live here.
Just like with Qin Yuji, there was a sense of home at Old Jenny's place.
Especially the attic where Qiao Xinran stayed on the second floor, which was bathed in warm sunlight from dawn to dusk, and the wooden table and wicker chairs on the balcony exuded a tranquil sense of peace.
Sitting here on a rainy day, watching the misty drizzle and listening to the pitter-patter of the rain while enjoying a cup of hot tea would be so enjoyable.
