The next day.
After waking up, Xia Xiaoxiao announced her leg no longer hurt, so after breakfast, they waited for a bus to return to her grandparents' house.
Xu Qingfan had never thought the young girl would lie to him. After boarding the bus and settling into a pair of seats, he casually asked Xia Xiaoxiao, "How long has it been since you last went back?"
"Six or seven years, I guess. Why?"
"Well, we're quite similar then, I haven't been back to Cong City for six or seven years either," Xu Qingfan said with a laugh.
Xia Xiaoxiao expressed that it was a boring topic and closed her eyes, ignoring him further.
Perhaps because yesterday was Valentine's Day, the streets were not very crowded in the early morning. Despite it being Chinese New Year, the sanitation workers were still at work, sweeping up discarded petals into piles with large brooms.