Leaving III

"Qing Qing—"

'Good to see you're fine.'

The young guy closed his eyes. A figure came to his mind. That figure had emerged when he was in a coma. His lips lifted into a slight arch.

Just now… it was that man who had saved Qing Qing…

"Chen'er, let's go home." Feng Ruqing held out her hand to the young boy. Just like the sun, she smiled brightly.

The young guy was stunned. His eyes met her warm eyes as he looked up.

Just like the warmth of the sun, her look melted his dusty heart.

"Okay—"

He put his hands above the young girl's hands.

Home, such a word… that was the first time he had heard the word after all these years.

Qin Chen laughed. His smile was pure and innocent. Just like the first snow in the winter, the smile was clean and clear from impurity.

Yup, he had a home from now on.

Where there was her, there was his home!