Lin Baici didn't go home but went to the neighborhood where Gu Qingxiang lived.
He had a key, so he opened the door directly.
Seeing that the floor had been cleaned, with no dust accumulated over several days, and the kitchen utensils showed signs of recent use, Lin Baici breathed a sigh of relief.
The counselor had finally returned.
He quickly took out his phone and dialed Gu Qingxiang's number.
The call connected after just a few rings.
"Hello!"
Gu Qingxiang's voice was calm and indifferent, like an ancient spring unchanged for years.
"Qingxiang, how have you been lately?"
Lin Baici probed, worried that the counselor might be in trouble but didn't want to talk about it with him.
"Pretty good!"
Gu Qingxiang's reply was succinct, leaving Lin Baici unsure how to continue the conversation.
He had no choice but to press on.
"Shall I cook dinner tonight?"
Lin Baici was ready to show off his cooking skills.
"Sure!"
"What would you like to eat?"
