"It's okay. We heard there was a thief at the hospital, so the police are chasing the criminal. That's why they made some noise. It's okay."

In fact, Ren Tingxi was just telling a white lie. He deliberately let the people outside create the appearance of a commotion just to show it to Ling Muxue.

After all, in her opinion, Lan Xiaolan is really dead now. As her boyfriend, Ren Tingxi should at least cry for a few days.

Ren Tingxi's phone suddenly rang: "Mr. Ren, everything has been done."

"Where is she now?"

"He just boarded the plane back home, looking sneaky and guilty."

"Okay, I understand."

"How are the remaining matters being handled?"

"Most of the small shareholders have already transferred their shares to you under coercion and inducement. However, some families with relatively large holdings, such as the Bai family, have still not made any progress."

"The old lady is my elder. She has been here for many years and has never made any enemies. She is also protected by the old man, so it is naturally not that easy to deal with."

"When I return home, I'll take care of them one by one."

"Alright, Mr. Ren. And... how do we deal with this venomous snake?"

"Just be careful and don't alert the enemy."

The other party hung up the phone.

Lan Xiaolan looked at Ren Tingxi's ink-black eyes, looking like she was worried about something.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"It's nothing, just some trivial matters at work."

"You should have a good rest."

Seven months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Counting the time, Lan Xiaolan has been studying for a doctorate in Country E for more than two years.

Ren Tingxi and Lan Xiaolan had been packing their luggage for the past two days. All the commonly used items had been packed in advance and mailed back to China.

What's left are things that can't be carried or taken away.

Lan Xiaolan was already very tired. She sat lazily on the sofa in the room, gazing at the soft fields outside the window and the spring scenery where the land was sprouting.

Clouds, either suddenly or in layers, continue to write poetry in the blue sky; the spring breeze blows gently, urging the rushing river to write one touching story after another.

This is late spring telling its own unique signal.

The riverbank to the north of the Living Cemetery City has been transformed into a vast expanse of arable land, and parents from the city come here in groups of two or three to work in the fields.

The foundations of the new church in the north of the city and the spare parts factory in the south of the city have been completed, and strong men are working day and night.

The cold cemetery of living people two years ago now feels like spring, with a beautiful feeling of revival.

"Finally, these past two years have not been in vain."

Lan Xiaolan smiled with relief.

"Everyone here will remember you and thank you." Ren Tingxi hugged her from behind lovingly.

"No, it's me who should thank them."

"I'm grateful for the blue sky and the earth, I'm grateful for this city and the people here."

"If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have met such a wonderful person like you."

The two of them hugged and kissed each other passionately for a long time.

"It's getting late, and we're still on the plane."