Yang Fan simply said, "Went out to take care of some things."
"Why do I feel like you're getting more and more mysterious."
"You're overthinking, dear, I have no secrets from you."
Murong Yan just asked casually, she wasn't someone who liked to get to the bottom of things: "Alright, then I'm going to bed, see you in two days."
That night, Yang Fan slept soundly. When he got up in the morning, it was still snowing heavily outside.
After breakfast, he couldn't help but think of Shi Qinghua, far away in Struwa, and wondered how the situation was there.
"Brother Hua, how's it going over there?"
"It's still in a stalemate, the storm is brewing, anything could happen."
"Let me wish you a happy early New Year, I'm planning to spend New Year in Yanjing, afraid it will be next year when I go to Struwa."
"No worries, enjoy your New Year in Yanjing, don't think about things here, I can handle it alone."
