"How lovely has the weather been these past few days? Has there been anything unusual?"
Jhiang Yuan wasn't talking nonsense—since they had come to Changming Village.
Although it was still cold, the weather was crisp and clear.
There was no snow, nor the gloomy overcast feeling.
She had begun to think the apocalypse would just pass by like this.
"Indeed, the recent conditions have been good, but is there a possibility that this is like the calm before a storm?"
His words caught Jhiang Yuan completely off guard.
Staring with wide eyes, she looked at him intently.
"In any case, be careful. I just have a feeling that something's not right."
"Yeah, take care of yourself, too."
After the conversation, Jhiang Yuan hurried back.
Jhiang Xingzhi had already arrived home and, noticing that no one was there, he started to worry.
"Dad, you're back?"
"Hm, daughter, where's your mom and Xiao Nuan?"
"Inside!"