章 90: Like The Seed of Dandelion

Jiang Jinyan's visit was always short, only spanning around twenty minutes to half an hour. In the end, he bowed politely and bid his farewell, saying that he would come and visit again later. Guan Xiaoxiao waved happily. "If you come again later, please bring Huocheng with you, alright?"

Jiang Jinyan smiled mildly but didn't promise anything.

He walked out of the sanatorium toward the main road. Pedestrians were crowding the street and the road was filled with cars honking intermittently. Exhaust fumes billowed up, mixing with the air, making the rowdy atmosphere seem a bit suffocating. The boisterous chatter and laughter around him contrasted as to how he stood alone.

In the middle of the lively street, his back looked particularly lonely. Just like the seed of dandelion which flew wherever the wind brought it, not knowing its destination, and not having any root to return to either.