Along the way back to the night house and the scenery on the street, both of them had a fresh sense of freshness, and the chamber foam accompanied Ye Liang to live in a lonely dark room. She had not dreamed of these prosperous streets for three months.
And such a scenery would only make sense if one could enjoy it with a person who loved him or her.
She snuggled up in the cool night arms, even if there was a faint medicinal smell on his body, for her, it was the best smell in the world.
The cool night breeze hugged her tightly. This real feeling made her feel like she was in his arms. When he was sleeping in his consciousness, he had been longing for it for so many times.
When he arrived at the night house, the first person he came to see was Old Man Ye. He was old, and this time something happened to his grandson. His body had some more serious illnesses. Now, he could only lie down in bed and rest.