When they returned to the small courtyard, Cheng Lu had already left.
The yard was tidied up and well lit.
Zhou Jin'an led Qiao En by the hand into the courtyard, and he turned on all the lights in the room.
"Let's stay here for the night, Cheng Lu will come to pick us up tomorrow."
This place was far from Rong City, free from the hustle and bustle of traffic, and the strife of scheming.
Qiao En had not relaxed like this in a long time.
She nodded, "Okay."
At this moment, time seemed to return to the past.
Zhou Jin'an took her to the kitchen, where Cheng Lu had left some groceries when she left.
He opened the bag, which contained noodles and vegetables.
"Can you cook?"
Zhou Jin'an asked.
Qiao En heard his stomach play the tune of emptiness.
They hadn't had dinner after the bumpy ride from Rong City, and indeed, Qiao En was famished.
"I can."
