บท 880: This Was Home

He Xiyan returned home to Ming City in the afternoon.

She opened the door and changed into a warm pair of furry slippers.

The house was extremely quiet and it was so silent that it seemed a little empty.

Yes, empty was the right adjective to use. 

He Xiyan walked into the kitchen and took out a packet of noodles from the kitchen closet. She wasn't hungry but she knew that she had to eat because if she didn't get any food in her stomach after the congee she had for breakfast, she knew that she might faint from low blood sugar level. 

She boiled the water, poured the noodles into the boiling pot of water, and soon, her bowl of noodle soup was ready. It was a plan bowl of noodles and this was a dish that she ate very often.

She placed the bowl of noodles on the table and noticed that her phone kept flashing with notifications. When she unlocked her phone, she saw that it was a text from Jiahang.