Just like that day, it was still Zhao Dingli dragging the suitcase, and Li Xiaoyun got into Zhao Dingli's car again.
Now, Li Xiaoyun finally relaxed completely, no more tangled feelings.
She was even in the mood to feel a little amused, thinking she'd only just come back for about two hours.
Her own place hadn't even had time to warm up, and she'd already left again.
But this time, there was no more unease in Li Xiaoyun's heart.
The whole way she felt especially steady and at ease.
After parking, Zhao Dingli got out first to take the suitcase out of the trunk.
Li Xiaoyun got out of the car.
Coming back here again, Li Xiaoyun's mood was different.
Dragging the suitcase, Zhao Dingli walked to her side and reached out to hold her hand.
He had held her hand before.
But this time was different.
This time, Zhao Dingli directly laced his fingers tightly with hers.
Even the way he held hands was full of intimacy.
"We're home," Zhao Dingli said, his voice full of laughter.
