Nan Zhi took Mu Sihan to the small fishing village. Based on her memory, Nan Zhi found Ah Dai's house.
"It's here."
Mu Sihan could not believe it. If Ye Qing was alive, had he been living in such a place?
Nan Zhi could see what Mu Sihan was thinking and she held his large hand. "I'm not 100 percent sure. Let's go and knock on the door first?"
Mu Sihan nodded.
He strode towards the slightly old door in a few steps and raised his hand, knocking on the door.
There was no response from inside.
"I heard that Ah Dai knows medicine. Maybe he went to the mountain to pick herbs."
"Let's wait in the yard."
Nan Zhi and Mu Sihan found a place to sit in the yard. Mu Sihan pulled Nan Zhi into his arms and rested his chin on the top of her head, saying hoarsely, "Zhizhi, you've suffered being with me."