"Su Nan, let's set off now."

Upon hearing Zhang Bojun's words, the woman's shoulders twitched slightly.

"Now? Why the rush?"

Zhang Bojun turned to look at Zhang Man lying on the sofa, his face filled with even more worry: "You've seen Xiaoman like this."

"Who knows what kind of trouble they'll cause tomorrow?"

"I was thinking..."

Having said that, Su Nan understood.

She gently pursed her lips, picked up Zhang Man from the sofa, and nodded to her husband: "Let's go say hello to Dad."

The two tiptoed up the stairs.

The light was on in the old man's room.

"who?"

Grandpa Zhang's voice came through.

The next moment, the neatly dressed old man appeared in front of the two.

Clearly, the old man wasn't asleep either.

“Dad, it’s us,” Zhang Bojun said in a low voice. “Xiaoman is asleep. We’re taking her away now, so we don’t have to worry about tomorrow…”

The old man nodded silently, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Man in Su Nan's arms: "Let me hold Xiao Man one more time."

...

More than ten minutes later.

Zhang Bojun and Su Nan walked out of their self-built house in the countryside.

As for Zhang Man, she nestled in Zhang Bojun's arms, her head resting on his shoulder.

I heard the sound of a window being opened behind me.

Zhang Bojun and Su Nan trembled slightly, their eyes reddening, but they did not turn around and walked straight ahead.

Zhang Man, who had been asleep, quietly opened her slightly red and swollen eyes.

Looking at the familiar figure at the window, a tear slowly slid down her cheek.