When I returned to the Zhuo Family, it was already dusk.
The sun had begun its descent, hanging halfway down the mountainside.
It wasn't long before it completely set, leaving a vast expanse of red clouds in the sky.
Feng Zhihe and Lu Zifeng had moved to the Zhuo Family to take care of An An more conveniently.
Recently, Lu Zifeng went back to clean up the old house, which had been kept hidden for fear it would upset Feng Zhihe.
Now, at last, they could openly return there.
Feng Zhihe personally called Feng Zhixin, who was very worried when he learned of her car accident.
But Feng Zhihe thought, her brother and sister-in-law were so busy with work, she didn't want them to make the long trip back, preferring they wait until Mingfei and An An's wedding.
Back at the Zhuo Family, recently Su Ningyan and Feng Zhihe had been trying out many new dishes together.
An An returned to her room where she had slept for many years, and a feeling of familiarity washed over her.
