At six in the evening, Leng Yuan hurried home.
The school had let out for vacation today, and classes wouldn't start again until January of next year.
The students from Qingshan Team had to travel mountain roads to get to school. Once it snowed, it could easily get dangerous, so the winter vacation was quite long.
Eager to get home, Leng Yuan walked with a steady and quick pace.
In the past, it didn't matter whether he got home early or late; he was always alone anyway.
But ever since getting married, a new concern had taken root in his heart. Every day, he couldn't wait to get home and see his little woman.
Especially after how rough things had gotten yesterday. He wondered if someone so delicate was angry today.
He'd made breakfast that morning and left it warming in the pot, but he had no idea if she'd eaten it.
Leng Yuan was surprised at himself for even worrying about these things.
He'd never thought he would one day be so considerate of another person.
