Zi Chen returned to his residence, but he didn't have something to be busy with, unlike what he had told Tuan Zi.
On the contrary, his steps were leisurely, and his behavior was relaxed. He went to the table and sat down nonchalantly, pouring a cup of tea for himself.
His fingers gently rubbed against the teacup.
The tea was cold, but for some reason, his palm was rather warm.
He leaned against the chair and looked down slightly. His eyes were dar as if he were in deep thought.
Countless scenes seemed to flash across his eyes, but that appearance became increasingly clear, almost engraved at the bottom of his heart.
Three months.
He waited with much difficulty.
When he received Miao Zhen's news, he initially wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible and go to Godly Phoenix Mountain. However, he did not expect Miao Zhen to actually have other thoughts.