At more than 10 o'clock in the evening, Ling Weihao took a hot bath. Because it's not like the city, there can be a water heater or something, but it's also very comfortable.

But when he washed it out, Yang Shuting was in her mother's room, making her bed. Because she hadn't been home for a long time, those quilts and pillows had a musty smell, but it was very late and there was no sun, so she had to make do with it.

"Mom, are you sure you can be here alone?" Yang Shuting asked her mother as she spread the bed.

"Of course, I don't know how happy...