Descending from the high-speed train station and taking the subway near the residential area gave Ren Suo a long-missed sense of coming home.
Strangely enough, this might be the first time he had come home in the usual way in the past two years.
The first time he came home this year, he was lying unconscious in an ambulance being transferred from Lianjiang City to Baiyun City.
The second time, he was sitting in Qiao Muyi's car, harassed multiple times by the female driver like a kept man, petting cats and staring at Qiao Muyi the whole way, hardly thinking of home.
The third time he came home, which was now, he honestly took public transport. He relished the convenience of the city's facilities: the swift high-speed train, the subway security checks, the slightly crowded flow of passengers, and the gently swaying carriage that let Ren Suo savor the joy of 'waiting'.
