That day's flight was delayed for two hours due to air traffic control. By the time Xiang Qichen arrived in Yanchuan, the sky had already turned gray, deeply dark, leaving only the afterglow on the horizon.
The house had been cleaned up thoroughly. Xiang Qichen put down his bag and went to take a shower.
At eight in the evening, after finishing dinner, Xiang Qichen collapsed onto the bed.
It had been a while since he last checked Weibo. When he opened it again, it was still flooded with messages. After going through his mentions for a few minutes, he found that the most-reposted Weibo about him lately came from a passerby fan—
