Jiang Yisheng held onto his phone, his face brimming with a smile, the missing piece in his heart now completely filled.
An indescribable joy.
He couldn't even bother to pack his suitcase; he grabbed the backpack from the sofa and stuffed his tablet, passport, and other items into it.
From start to finish, the curve of his smiling lips never faded.
After changing clothes, he hurriedly walked out, not pausing for a moment.
Downstairs, just as he was about to leave the living room, he ran into the old lady Jiang and others returning from their walk.
"Grandma, Mom." He stopped in his tracks, his rationality returning, gradually calming down.
Veya glanced at the backpack on his shoulder, her gaze returning to his face, noticing the joy in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, and she instantly understood.
She curved her lips slightly, her tone calm, "Asheng, are you going out?"
Jiang Yisheng nodded.
"Are you going to find someone?" she asked again.
