Life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also about firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar, and salt.
Anyway, let future me, four years from now, worry about everything. At least for the next four years, I can remain a happy little sea tiger.
There are some benefits too. By then, I can use my married status as a handy excuse and then trot out Little Dragon Lady saying, "Look, my daughter is already this big."
But it seems there's something very important at home, but whatever, if I've forgotten it, it probably wasn't a big deal.
Since things are like this, let's head home first.
...
At Xue Dili's home.
At this time, Fafnir had been staring at the entrance for more than six days in a row.
"There's no need to be in such a rush, he'll probably be back today or tomorrow," the aunt said, placing the freshly bought vegetables into the basin and starting to wash them, occasionally yawning.
