Duan Ye looked at Luo Qingyuan's calm expression and didn't react for a moment: "Now? Which home?"

"Moon Bay".

Duan Ye was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stood up, his expression clearly showing his delight: "Okay, let's go home."

After saying that, Duan Ye remembered something else: "If you want to spend more time with Grandma, or go home to stay for a while, I won't say anything. I'll just pick you up in a while."

But Luo Qingyuan shook her head: "Everything has to come to an end."

She looked up at the sky, which was an endless expanse of darkness.

The weather forecast clearly said there would be no rain today.

Luo Qingyuan couldn't help but glance at Zhang Shufen again, a slight smile playing on her lips: "The old lady loves me the most, she's probably jumping up and down again urging me to go home."

“I’m almost thirty, I can’t keep making her worry about me.”

After saying that, Luo Qingyuan naturally took Duan Ye's arm, and the two walked together towards the exit of the cemetery.

Humans are born, grow old, get sick, and die. Luo Qingyuan had known this law of the world for a long time. But knowing it is one thing, facing it in person is another.

"You took another day off from work?"

"Um."

"Let's all start living normal lives from tomorrow."

Duan Ye listened, unsure of what to feel. Everything seemed to be moving in the right direction, but he felt something was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

But he really needs to go back to work.

The project they are researching is a key national project, so they cannot be away from their posts for too long.

So Duan Ye agreed: "Okay."