CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 66: HOMECOMING DAY (PART 1)

When the car entered the city, it was already past eight.

Wuxun City isn’t big, yet it’s bustling with people and vehicles, the night market is lively.

The houses here are different from those in Yanchuan; most are standalone small buildings, and down an entire street, each house is connected to the next, door to door.

Zhou Huaiyi’s house is located on a street near the city center, with a simply decorated health clinic on the ground floor.

Everything was extremely unfamiliar; the clinic’s glass door was open, with two patients inside receiving IV drips, and a bright and beautiful woman was dispensing medicine at the pharmacy counter. She was dressed fashionably, looking quite young, and there was something familiar about the way her eyebrows moved.

While in a daze, Xiang Qichen suddenly noticed the woman looking up from her prescription, pausing when their eyes met, she then raised her eyebrows in surprise and joy: "Zhou Huaiyi, why are you standing outside like a fool?"

As she spoke, she walked out from around the pharmacy counter, casually taking Xiang Qichen’s backpack off his shoulders to hold it for him. As she turned back inside, she looked at him again, "Come in!"

Xiang Qichen, snapped out of his daze, stepped inside, feeling something was odd, he tentatively called out softly: "...Mom?"

The woman tossed his bag onto a chair without turning her head: "What?"

Xiang Qichen: "..."

Are they really not sisters... these mother and daughter?

"Have you had dinner?" Mrs. Zhou returned to the pharmacy counter, casually asking as if it were routine.

Xiang Qichen: "No..."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhou turned, opened a drawer, precisely took out a ten-yuan note, slapped it on the counter, and simply said, "Go buy it yourself."

"..."

Curious about what kind of existence Zhou Huaiyi usually has at home...

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After eating something random, Xiang Qichen dragged his luggage upstairs by himself.

This kind of small building was something he was seeing for the first time, spacious and tidy inside, with a spiral rosewood staircase leading upwards level by level.

The second floor was the kitchen and living room. Xiang Qichen turned on the lights with a stretch of his hand, looked up at the top, and sent a WeChat message on his phone: [What floor do you live on]

[Zhou Luobu: Fourth floor]

[Zhou Luobu: The two rooms on the third floor are for my dad, my mom, and my brother. I’m in the right-hand room on the fourth floor]

Upon receiving the reply, Xiang Qichen continued to drag his suitcase upstairs.

The room’s door was tightly closed, and the streetlights outside, casting a dim glow, faintly lit up the Conan posters, which had turned yellowed with age, on the door.

He reached out to push open the door, searching for the room light.

The fluorescent light flickered a couple of times, finally with a slight "thud" sound, lighting up the entire room.

The room wasn’t large, but it was packed with things: a desk, wardrobe, dressing table, clothes rack, double bed. Most of the items matched, and even the wallpaper was a gentle and clear blue.

It was her favorite color.

Also... his favorite.

He pushed his suitcase into the room, then turned his head, and instantly...

was stunned with shock...

On the two blue walls by the bed hung two giant posters of him, and the corkboard walls on both sides of the poster were filled with photos, most notably some selfies he had posted on Weibo and some photo shoots, among Zhou Huaiyi’s photos.

The next second, Xiang Qichen couldn’t hold back, with a "pfft" sound, laughing extremely joyfully.

He glanced over the photos roughly, suddenly feeling inspired, he took out a pen and swiftly signed his name on the poster on the wall, finally even unusually drawing a heart at the end.

After that, he took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Huaiyi.

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The bright moon hung in the sky, the city was brilliantly lit, cars came and went, ceaselessly flowing. At this moment, it was the most bustling period in Yanchuan.

Zhou Huaiyi wasn’t in the mood to play, drank her medicine, and snuggled into bed early.

She had just turned off her phone, preparing to rest early, when the screen suddenly made three chimes, alerting her to a WeChat message.

Zhou Huaiyi opened it and took a look, then exclaimed "What the heck" as she pulled the quilt over her head.

...

[Xiang: Your room, not bad.]