Rou Yi hesitated again and again, but in the end, she still took the stack of old papers.

I hugged Rou Yi again, but I felt that her body was a little stiff.

Perhaps after escaping from the rainforest, she was tired of this adventurous life, and she pursued a stable and comfortable life from the bottom of her heart.

For Rou Yi, who yearns for a comfortable life, she now has everything ready except for a Zhao Chenguang who does not compete with the world, or rather, the "young master" she first saw who was inexperienced in the world.

I saw the disappointment mixed with hope in Rou Yi's eyes.

"Rou Yi, this is the last thing, this is the last thing I'll trouble you with."

I said softly in her ear. The scent of Rou Yi's hair was very pleasant, and for a moment I had the idea of abandoning everything and forming a family with her, living a stable life.

Rou Yi gently kissed my cheek, and then silently took the stack of yellowed old papers back to her room.

I then walked into the guest room that Rou Yi pointed out to me when she left.

That night, Rou Yi and I didn't do anything. I could feel her disappointment.

That disappointment stemmed from a sense of frustration when she thought everything had settled down, but it was all just an illusion and a false appearance.

"It's almost the end, hold on, Zhao Chenguang, it will all pass."

I lay on the bed, silently telling myself, silently encouraging myself. This was a sentence that I had been reminding myself all the way since I woke up in the desert.

"Zhao Chenguang, after everything settles down, you will live happily with Rou Yi, form a family, have a bunch of babies, settle down in the United States, in China, in any corner of the world, and from then on, Rou Yi will only have hope and smiles on her face, no more disappointment, and you and Rou Yi will never be separated again."

In the guest room bed in Rou Yi's house, I had an unprecedented sense of peace. Perhaps it was because the bed was clean, tidy, soft, and fragrant, or perhaps it was because my heart had a place to settle down by Rou Yi's side.

…

The next day, I was awakened by a noisy clatter of cooking utensils.

I put on my bathrobe and walked out of the room. I found Rou Yi was making breakfast. The haze on her face was swept away. When she saw me come out, she smiled at me and said, "Young master, I'll make you salted pork congee and sandwiches this morning."

I smiled, "A breakfast combining Chinese and Western styles."

Rou Yi seemed to hear another layer of teasing in my words, and her face flushed, but she immediately changed the subject with another sentence: "Your clothes have been dried and are on the sofa over there."

Rou Yi pointed to the neatly folded pile of clothes on the sofa, signaling me to change my clothes: "We'll go out together later to buy you some clothes so you have something to change into."

I subconsciously wanted to agree to Rou Yi's request, but I immediately remembered the source of my "unease". I was worried that there would be more complications, so I quickly shook my head: "Not for now. After breakfast, let's go directly to Fatty and Jennifer. I have something to tell you."

Rou Yi had already told me about Fatty and Jennifer living together during dinner yesterday, and now I am very eager to meet them.

Rou Yi looked at my business-like appearance and shook her head helplessly, but the smile on her face was still there: "You really are a workaholic. I finally understand how you and your friends started from scratch and created that company."

I smiled awkwardly. If Rou Yi knew that I had exchanged everything I had worked so hard to create and run the company for only two million, I wonder what she would think.

I don't know how intense the ideological struggle Rou Yi went through last night to break free from her sense of loss.

Now, she is like a fearless giant, standing behind me, resolutely raising a flag for me, with nothing but the three characters "Zhao Chenguang" on the flag.

I understand that at this moment, I am everything to her.

We ate breakfast while talking and laughing. Rou Yi's cooking skills are indeed excellent. Whether it is Chinese or Western style, she can make a good dish. I ate and praised her:

"Mmm~ this salted pork congee is so delicious, it's the best salted pork congee I've ever eaten in my life."

"These sandwiches too. The ones I ate in China were all fast-food packaged sandwiches, and the ingredients inside were cold, and the ham was mushy and had no meat flavor. Yours is still the best."

"Seriously, in the year or so since I came out of the desert, this is the second delicious meal I've had. The first was dinner last night."

…

I said so many words of praise. I wanted to tell Rou Yi, thank you for being so kind to me. Although there was not a single "love" in these words, there was love between the lines. I think Rou Yi can understand my feelings. I love her.