Yang Fan spent two days at home, calm and serene.
During these two days, it was as if he returned to the ordinary yet tranquil and peaceful life he had before.
Playing and joking around with his sister-in-law, enjoying the delicious meals prepared by Little Mother, the days passed like the white clouds high in the sky, seemingly without any ripples but still incredibly beautiful.
Especially after experiencing so much outside, Yang Fan found himself even more attached to this kind of life.
But once one foot steps in, some things are beyond Yang Fan's own control.
It's like diving into a tumultuous river; a good swimmer might manage to swim out, but most can only drift with the current, adapting to this river, seeking a comfortable spot within it.
Yang Fan wasn't a good swimmer; he lacked the ability and means to leave this long river behind.
He could only drift along, naturally finding a spot in the flow that was friendly and somewhat comfortable for himself.
