Qin Gengyun returned to Narrow Rain Lane, pushed the door open to go home, and carefully looked inside, inexplicably feeling a bit guilty.
In his previous life, a friend who had visited a nightclub and partied with a lady returned home the next day feeling anxious and guilty facing his wife.
At that time, Qin Gengyun was not married and could not understand what he was describing, but now he finally understood.
"Taoist Friend Qiu, I'm back."
Qin Gengyun softly called into the house, receiving no response.
He carried his bag into the kitchen; no one was there, and the stove was clean and tidy.
Usually, when he came home at this time, Qiu Zhihe would have already laid out hot meat porridge or soup on the table.
But today, not only were there no signs of cooking in the kitchen, but Qiu Zhihe was also nowhere to be seen.
Qin Gengyun suddenly felt anxious. If he were to suddenly return to a life of solitude, he feared he would no longer be able to adapt.
