Chapter 92 Going Home (2/3)

Ruan Tang's heart ached and swelled, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

She grabbed the large hand that was caressing her face, suddenly stood on tiptoe, and with all her might, pressed her smooth forehead hard against his.

Her voice was soft, with a strong nasal tone, but she said each word carefully and earnestly, "Yes, I will always be with you."

A smile played in Yan Yu's eyes. He could only sigh at the original owner's past. Because of his own experience in the apocalypse, he was not surprised by the indifference of the other party's family.

But this didn't stop him from accepting his little girl's affection without a care in the world.

He pulled the person into his arms and was about to kiss them deeply when his mind suddenly skipped a beat.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of obstacles, looking straight towards the village.

"What's wrong?" Ruan Tang pressed close to him and immediately felt the muscles in his arm tense up.

Yan Yu's gaze darkened, and instead of comforting the person in his arms, he hugged the person even tighter.

He took her hand, his voice regaining its composure: "It's alright, Han Zhishan's people are here."

"Let's go back too."

...

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Tang felt a tightness around her waist.

The man's arm forcefully pulled her into his burning embrace.

The next second, the world spun around.

The sounds of cicadas and wind in the surrounding park were suddenly switched off by an invisible hand, and the world became eerily quiet.

Ruan Tang subconsciously closed her eyes and buried her face deeply in the man's chest, which smelled of soap.

His heart pounded, thump, thump—

Calm and burning hot, like a giant anchor crashing into the heart, shattering all the chaotic thoughts.

In the blink of an eye, my feet were firmly planted on the ground.

Ruan Tang opened her eyes, still a little dazed.

The person has already returned to their own yard.

But... something seems off about this courtyard?

She left in a hurry in the morning, and was so busy changing clothes and eating in the main room that she didn't really look around the yard.

She turned her head blankly, her bright almond-shaped eyes gradually widening.

The ugly and obstructive mud wall that used to separate the two courtyards... is gone!

The yard suddenly doubled in size, becoming so spacious you could run a horse there!

The ground beneath our feet was no longer soft mud, but paved with thick, flat bluestone slabs, stretching from the entrance of the main room all the way to the new front door, clean and impressive.

Even the dilapidated outhouse in the backyard has been transformed into a clean and tidy stone hut.

At the foot of the east wall, the pavilion, which was only built yesterday, stands quietly. Next to it, the newly planted wild grapevines and gourd jujube trees have leaves so green they seem to drip with moisture.

This isn't home, it's like we've moved to a completely different map!

Ruan Tang's small mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

She abruptly turned her head, her small face filled with shock, and stared blankly at the man beside her.

"Brother...you...you demolished the house and rebuilt it?"