Zhao Changhe put away his smile and said seriously, "I want... to take you all home."
As the two exchanged glances, it seemed as though thousands of unspoken words and countless images flickered in their eyes.
Under Ling Ruoyu's curious gaze, Ye Wuming responded softly, "Okay, I'll go home with you."
Zhao Changhe turned to look around, "Are we all ready?"
Laughter resounded around him, "I've long wanted to see what kind of place could raise a bastard like you."
Zhao Changhe's gaze landed on Xia Chichi's face, her smile holding a trace of anticipation, mixed with a bit of melancholy.
It wasn't just the place her husband came from, it was also her father's place of origin... In some sense, it was a homeland she had never set foot in.
"On the day we return to our time and space?" Ye Wuming asked.
