"We're leaving."
Lu Youheng's face was filled with reluctance, but Ye Xi dared not overstay her welcome.
Just as he reached the doorway about to leave, Lu Lingxiao suddenly turned around.
"When will you go back to the countryside? I'll have Xiao Qi take you."
Ye Xi quickly refused, "There's no need, I've already bought the high-speed train tickets in advance. It's quite convenient and doesn't take long."
Lu Lingxiao's deep eyes stared at her, but he said nothing.
After a moment, he turned and left.
...
Jian Shuya walked over the rough mountain path, when her car suddenly broke down and she had to stop on the road leading up the mountain.
She had found out Ye Zhiyong's address and rushed over without any delay.
But now, in the late winter, on the eve of the minor New Year, the wind in the mountains was nothing like that in the city.
