To Love This Home

His father had taught him how to be a better person.

Everything he owned now he owed it to his father. Perhaps he'll never know what it feels like to be a father, but the word "father" meant too much to him. Lu Jin meant too much to him. 

He grabbed his bag and from inside took out a pair of socks and shoes. These were his own shoes, packed by Ye Shuyun. 

He slipped his shoes on and tied the laces. He felt a warm sensation at his back. 

He turned around and saw Yan Huan, wide awake. 

"Did I wake you?" asked Lu Yi, clutching her bandaged fingers. 

"No. I couldn't sleep," said Yan Huan, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her chin against his shoulder. 

56 hours had passed. It was almost 3 days. 

The scenic Serene City was no more. This was the same Serene City she had seen in her past life—the cold, lifeless city was here to stay.