Lu Jianshen returned to the room, and it was already deep into the night; Nan Xi had fallen asleep.
He moved quietly and lay down on the mat under the bed, but rather than sleeping, it was more like just lying there.
That night, he was almost completely sleepless, not having slept at all.
The next morning, the two of them packed up their things for the return journey.
When leaving, Nan Xi took one last glance at everything here, her eyes filled with remembrance.
Although it was very simple, because of her grandparents' story, this modest little house seemed especially endearing.
This was her grandparents' former home, and after the divorce, she would probably never have the chance to come here again.
In the future, he might bring someone else here, his beloved girl, his next wife, his children...
At this thought, Nan Xi suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her chest, an unbearable discomfort as if being pricked by needles.
