Yujiang City, Xu Family.
On a late autumn evening, the wind had become quite cold, and ordinary people were wearing sweaters and thick coats to keep warm.
Xu Zeqing had spent some time in a coffin on Divine Concealment Island, and all his joints had deteriorated. During rainy days and winter, his joints would ache sharply, like being pricked by needles—not fatal, but certainly uncomfortable.
He wore a thick long down jacket and came out of the vegetable market, carrying a roast duck, a bag of cold marinated pig ears, and some other small side dishes on his electric scooter.
Upon returning home, Xu Zeqing took off his down jacket and hung it on the handle at the entrance. He placed the pig ears and roast duck on the dining table and carried the small side dishes to the kitchen to cook.
Just as the food was ready, Hong Ruhai came home, carrying a briefcase and car keys.
