"If it's on your way, that would be wonderful! I really don't know how to express my gratitude. Once Old Luo gets better, I'll be sure to bring him over to thank you in person and treat you to a proper meal."
Song Qingya patiently comforted and consoled her for a little longer.
Moved by her gentle words, Yang Yingzi finally nodded in agreement, tears in her eyes. She turned, wiped the tear stains from her face, and quietly went back to her room to pack.
Only the two of them remained in the living room.
The atmosphere instantly grew quiet.
Fei Jin slowly stood up, walked over to sit beside her, and gently pulled her into his arms.
He looked down at her.
"I thought… you weren't planning on ever going back to your old home."
After all, Song Qingya had endured so many days in that house that she couldn't bear to look back on.
She had left so decisively back then, without a trace of attachment, not even glancing back once.
'Didn't she always hate that place?'
