Jian Xi blinked sadly, "I'm not going back. It's unsafe to drive at night. Let's stay here for one night!"
"Then I'll tidy up the house a bit. You might have to make do for the night."
"Okay."
...
The mountain was very quiet at night, with the chirping of insects outside the window and the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs in the village. Even the villa area in Jiangcheng wasn't this quiet.
The night wind howled past the window. Without air conditioning or heating, it was a bit cold to sleep.
Li Qing found two quilts for Jian Xi, but she still felt cold, curling up into a ball under the quilts. Tears silently rolled down.
This was the feeling!
Many, many years ago, on a blustery snowy night, the small house seemed to tremble in the wind. She curled up in her father's embrace...
She had finally found her hometown; the scenery remained the same, but people and things had changed.
No trace of family remained in her hometown.
