After breakfast, Yang Xiaoxuan didn't intend to leave this remote wilderness immediately, because she found that it was actually a picturesque place, far from the clamor, with no one else around, just her and her beloved person.
There were moments when Yang Xiaoxuan really wanted to just stay here. She imagined building a small house by the pond, raising some chickens and ducks, and living a self-sufficient life. However, she knew well that the identity of a farmer's wife wasn't suitable for her; she was not someone who could be content with mediocrity.
Jiang Xiaobai noticed she wasn't ready to leave, so he took her for a stroll around the area. It wasn't until nine in the morning, when the sun began to warm up, that they packed up and left, continuing their journey home.
Yang Xiaoxuan was terribly tired, having not had enough sleep. Once in the car, she leaned against the seat and rested, sleeping all the way.
