Early in the morning, Xia Yihan woke up. She pushed open the door and thought about Zhao Wenying, wondering whether to go home or not.

"Mom, do you say I want to go home?" Her voice was so low that only she could hear it.

Xia Yihan looked out of the window and Zhao Wenying, who was far away in China, could not return to her question.

lazily walked to the hall, Xia Yihan opened his chair and sat down.

There's a letter. The handwriting on the letter is very familiar. Xu Haosheng's handwriting, he left a message to her. Xia Yi made up for his doubts. Why not leave...