The joy lasted only a few seconds before a cold bucket of water was poured over it, leaving Qing Yi stunned in place.
Hometown?
Which hometown?
"...What did you say?" Qing Yi thought he had misheard.
"Brother, I've gone back to my hometown."
This time, he heard clearly.
Qing Yi's hand, hanging at his side, slowly clenched into a fist, his chest filling with rage, yet he held back, not letting it burst out.
"...Where are you? I'll come find you."
He really was a good-tempered person; no matter the situation, he wouldn't get angry, especially not at a drunkard.
"No need, I'm quite far from you. I want to be alone for a while."
Qing Yi gritted his teeth, paused for a moment, then continued: "Then when will you come back?"
"Maybe three months, or longer..."
So long that, perhaps, there may never be a way back.
"Is something wrong? Why did you suddenly go back to your hometown? Are there still people in your hometown?"
