After three years of separation, Huo Qiming set foot on the land of Luo City again and suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Everything that had happened here seemed to have happened yesterday. He carried the empty urn back to the villa where they had lived and whispered, "Honey, we're home."

The villa was clean and tidy. The servants said that after Huo Qiming's leave, the old madam still ordered people to clean it everyday, only to wait that one day he would come back to live here.

Huo Qiming put the urn on the bed and opened the safe in the closet. There was no jewelry or other precious stuff, but only all the magazines with Ding Yuqiu's reports on them. He had kept every one of them, since they were the only things she had left which were also his most precious treasures that he dared not to lose.

Every story about him had a few words written on the last paragraph -

Reporter: Ding Yuqiu.

This was the place where he and her names had appeared the most. He gently stroked her name and thought about how upset and complicated she must have been when she wrote these reports.

He used to think that she was relying on his fame to gain popularity, but now he understood that it was her job and something she had to do.

Seeing her husband flirting with other women, she had to describe the scenes to more people. It was like opening her own scar in front of everyone.

At that time, he didn't understand. But even now he understood, it was too late.

"President Huo, the old madam has prepared lunch for you. She is waiting for you to have lunch together."

At the right time, the assistant called Huo Qiming back to his senses. He gently touched Ding Yuqiu's urn and said, "I'll go check on grandma. I'll be with you when I get back."

The small trees planted in Huo Family's old mansion were much stronger than they were three years ago. While some old trees still had luxuriant foliage, they were revealing the trace of vicissitudes. Maybe it was because it had already been autumn that the garden was covered by a light withering.

The dining table was filled with Huo Qiming's favorite food. Grandma Huo sat at the dining table and when she saw Huo Qiming enter the room, the old woman's hands trembled, but she still kept her eyes away and remained silent.

Huo Qiming strode over to Grandma Huo and leaned on the old woman's knee. "Grandma, I'm back."

"..." Grandma Huo didn't say anything. Huo Qiming held the old woman's hand and coaxed her patiently, "Grandma, are you angry?"

"President Huo was too busy. How could an old lady like me be angry?"

"Grandma, it's not that I didn't want to go back in the past few years. I missed you very much too. It's just that there were some things that I needed time to calm down. When you were angry with me back then, how could I not be angry with myself? The maturer I became, the more I knew how big of a mistake I had made, and the more I couldn't forgive himself and the harder it was for me to let go of the past. If I don't punish myself properly, I really can't come back here ..."

Grandma Huo looked at Huo Qiming, who had already grown up from a ignorant child to a mature and responsible man in his thirties.

"Well, start eating. It's getting cold."

"Sure."

Huo Qiming told her about the interesting events that had happened in east China from time to time. The two of them had a happy lunch together.

For the first time in so many years, Huo Qiming felt the warmth of being with his family.

In the past, he only thought that he was a young master. Eating was just eating, and only when he longed for a family did he really understand the meaning of these things. Only then did he understand the value of this feeling.