Because of Zhou Tian's words, neither of them felt like eating any more. After having a bowl of hot soup, they bid farewell to Zhou Tian.
Near the North Slope, Luo Xudong stopped, gazing ahead absentmindedly, then smiled at Beisitian and said, "Let's part ways here."
Beisitian turned her head to look at him. Not knowing his identity was fine, but now that she knew, she couldn't imagine his feelings when he said this.
Seeing that after crossing the North Slope he would be home, he had to stop walking.
"Hmm." Beisitian didn't know what to say.
Luo Xudong left, neatly and decisively, without a trace of hesitation. Beisitian watched his broad back, lost in thought.
After a while, she sighed softly, "Let's go, Zhuangzhuang."
Before Luo Xudong returned, she would manage this home well and then hand it over to him.
This time, when picking herbs for Luo Anguo, it turned into an unexpected gain.
