Creak—!
Under the sunlight, Lin Qiye carried An Qingyu on his back and slowly pushed open the door to their temporary residence in Shangjing City.
No one had lived here for a long time. Dust drifted through the air with the breeze stirred up by the door. Lin Qiye waved away the haze and stepped inside, with Cao Yuan following behind him, carrying the Black Coffin.
"We obviously haven't been gone that long. Why does it feel like we haven't come back in years?"
Cao Yuan set down Jiang Er's coffin, wandered around the house once, and smiled helplessly.
"Maybe we've been through too much lately." Lin Qiye gently laid An Qingyu on the bed, then carried several quilts into the courtyard and hung them out one by one to air.
Ever since Nightfall Squad had been formed, they had traveled all over the world without much rest. The only three places where they had stayed for any length of time were the warehouse where they trained with Zhou Ping, the island that bore the nation's fate, and this temporary residence in Shangjing City.
More than three years had passed since they trained in that warehouse. It was probably long gone by now, and even if it remained, it would not have been suitable for recuperation. The island was certainly still there, but it was not fit for living either. In the end, Lin Qiye chose this residence in Shangjing as the place for An Qingyu to recover.
Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan thoroughly cleaned the entire residence from top to bottom. Jiang Er wanted to help, but without a physical body, she could only silently offer moral support from the side while keeping watch over An Qingyu's condition.
Unfortunately, even after arriving here, An Qingyu remained unconscious, showing no