By eight o'clock, everyone had left.
Han Xiangjun was holding Shi Jing, who had completely warmed up to him, and now loved following him around.
After arriving home, they washed up and rested. They planned to leave after breakfast the next morning.
There wasn't much to pack at home, mainly the bedding, as Jiang Xinyu wasn't planning to return for a few years. They decided to take it back and store it in the Capital.
In the end, they didn't sell the house. Jiang Xinyu couldn't get past the emotional hurdle. So they left it as is; this was the only house Jiang Xinyu felt was truly home.
Although it might be worth nothing in the future, it remained as a memorial.
Wei Kaiyun wrapped his arm around his wife. "Xinyu, when we get home, let's let the two little ones live on their own."
"They're too young."
"They're not that young anymore." Wei Kaiyun felt differently; the small mountain village in the Northeast gave him a sense of home.
