She quickly picked out a few dishes and bought a few pounds of rice and coarse grains.

Then he walked to a cloth stall and picked out a few pieces of rough but durable linen cloth, intending to use the cloth to make some clothes commonly worn by village women to conceal his current identity.

The more low-key you are, the less attention you will attract.

"These linens are thick and coarse, and suitable for making clothes."

Seeing Fang Qingyue choosing very carefully, the stall owner introduced it casually.

Fang Qingyue nodded, paid the silver, and hurriedly left the market with the linen.

On the way home, her heart gradually calmed down.

Looking back at the street they had just walked through, Shen Yuhan's team had long disappeared, and Fang Qingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning home, Fang Qingyue put away the things she bought one by one.

She sat in a chair, caressing the baby in her belly, and secretly comforted herself: "Everything will pass. As long as I don't meet him face to face, my peaceful life will continue."

She put on the coarse linen clothes she had just made and walked to the bronze mirror. The person in the mirror had turned into an ordinary village woman, inconspicuous and unremarkable.

She looked at it with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief: "This way, it shouldn't attract anyone's attention anymore."

When I folded the last piece of linen and was about to put it in the closet, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Her heart tightened slightly and she frowned subconsciously.

Apart from Fang Chiyue, she hadn't told anyone else that she was recuperating at home these days, not even to the people at the clinic.

She walked quietly to the door and peeked out through the crack.

I saw a tall man standing outside the door with a confident look on his face. It was Li Chengfeng.