It was not until they lay down to rest that Jiang Nuan and Fu Yanli realized what had happened:

That's not right. Isn't this my home? What home is he going back to?

That's not right. Isn't this his home? What home is he going back to?

…

Cheng Qian'an, who had just finished a day's work, came out of the shower with a towel casually hanging on his body. The water on his hair had not been dried yet and was still dripping onto the ground.

He glanced at his phone and then casually answered the ringing call.

"Hello."

"Brother Qi'an."

"Nuannuan?"

Cheng Qian'an's tone changed immediately.

"Well, I might have to go out tomorrow. Could you please bring Xiaobao back to the mountain and take care of her for a few days?"

"Of course. Nuannuan, there's no need to be so formal with each other."

"Thank you, Brother Qi'an! Can you pick up Xiaobao tomorrow morning?"

"……good."

Cheng Qian'an looked at the hung up phone, and Jiang Nuan's voice and smile appeared in front of him.

Nuannuan, we grew up together, why are you acting so distant?

Jiang Nuan fell on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, it's all over.

After much deliberation, Jiang Nuan decided to send Jiang Huai back to the mountain first. After all, the mountain is sparsely populated and relatively safe.

After she helps the organization boss cure his illness, he will go back to the mountain to pick her up, move to another city to live, and also look for Jiang Huai's cheap father.

Jiang Nuan, who had planned everything, fell into a deep sleep.

But Fu Yanci, who also knew that Jiang Nuan was about to leave, was in a bad mood.

The study was filled with smoke, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray were scattered and extinguished by their owners.

The lights were not turned on and the room was plunged into endless darkness.