Rong Yan looked at his overly excited expression and knew her explanation just now had been useless.
"This isn't the place to talk... shall we go home then?"
"Okay!" Qin Ye kept his gaze firmly on her.
Why was his wife so beautiful? It had only been a few days since he last saw her, but he felt as if it had been decades.
Even in past hardships, they were never as unbearable as these past few days.
He finally understood what the phrase 'each day feels like a year' truly meant.
If they weren't on the busy street right now, he would have wanted to step forward and embrace her, to feel her presence, to feel her warmth.
"Wife, I'll ride the bike."
Rong Yan nodded, then handed him the bicycle.
After Qin Ye secured his luggage on the bike, he said, "Wife, let's go!"
He pedaled softly, slowly riding, and once his wife had hopped on and settled in the back seat, he rode forward with a grin.
"Wife, is everything okay at home?"
