The crowd had dispersed, and there were only people in front of the roadside food stalls.
Song Xiang leaned against the severe cold and sat by the river watching the lanterns.
She was playing with the red silk in her hands and humming quietly.
"Your father will return to Mecca tomorrow. Have you thought about what we will do?" Yan Han suddenly asked.
Song Xiang got up from his arms and sighed, "What do you think?"
According to the plan, she still had at least three months of work to do, but after this incident, she really didn't want to be separated from him for so long.
Yan Han was silent and said casually, "Look at you, I'm fine."
Song Xiang saw that his eyebrows were all piled up, yet he was still pretending to be generous.
"Let's go back to China," she said.
Yan Yanhan's eyes flashed brightly, and he looked down at her, "What about the inspection?"
"I'll do it in the future. Anyway, my father is my daughter, and the only competitor has revealed that no one competes with me." Song Xiang shrugged.
Yan Han was happy in his heart and cleared his throat, "Business matters are also important."
Song Xiang laughed out loud and poked his waist, "Stop pretending."
She pondered for a moment and said: "I have been thinking about my parents in the past two days, and I feel that it is too easy to miss something between people. If you can let go of money and things like that, we have enough."
Yan Han raised his hand and stroked her hair.
Song Xiang took a deep breath and said, "When I return to China, I will celebrate your birthday."
Yan Han was stunned, but he didn't expect that she was still thinking about this matter.
His birthday was at the end of November, which was the period when she first arrived in country M. She was so busy that she even ate cake with him via video call that night, which was considered a consideration.
"No, I'm not a kid."
Song Xiang closed her eyes, "I don't care, if other people's boyfriends have it, you have to have it too."
Yan Han's heart was filled to the brim, so he kissed her forehead and whispered: "Let the rest go first. You should take me to burn incense in front of your mother's grave."
Song Xiang was silent.
The matter of Nanqing can also be regarded as a knot between them.
She agreed to go abroad so quickly because she wanted to give each other time to digest.
If we really want to clarify the relationship between the previous generation, they can be considered separated by a period of revenge for killing their mother.
Seeing her silence, Yan Han subconsciously hugged her tightly.
"sorry."
Song Xiang smiled helplessly, "You shouldn't say this, and you shouldn't say it to me."
He didn't feel sorry for her, it was Yan Zhicheng who felt sorry for Nan Qing.
Unfortunately, those who should listen cannot hear, and those who should speak do not have the chance to speak.
"Your father was injured on the day I went to country M, wasn't he?"
Speaking of this matter, Yan Han's lips visibly lowered a bit.
Song Xiang thought about it for a moment and asked tentatively: "Is it related to us?"
"A person like him always only cares about himself when doing things, how could he do it for others." Yan Han frowned.
Song Xiang sat up straight, "What's going on?"
Yan Han paused, and then said after a long while: "He went to see your father and gave himself a wooden warehouse on the way back."
Song Xiang was shocked, "Suicide?"
"Probably." Yan Han looked at Heli with a slight reproach in his tone, "The blow was aimed at the heart. The bodyguard pushed it and it passed by the atrium."
Song Xiang's eyes widened, and a thin layer of sweat quickly broke out on his back.
Yan Zhizhi does things... It's really impossible to evaluate.
Did he think he could eliminate everything by giving his life for his life?
Something happened to his biological father, and Yan Han could never let go of it for the rest of his life. Even if they were together, there would still be a gap.