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translator: Eve
editor: kara

Aside from the small episode at the beginning, the celebratory banquet went off without a hitch.

After the majority of the guests had left, Feng Tong grinned at Song Xuanhe, who was standing behind Xiao Yuanmu. “You should take a vacation. No need to rush back home.” He then nodded at Xiao Yuanmu: “Goodbye.”

Following Feng Tong’s departure, the only people left in the banquet hall, aside from the hotel’s employees, who were cleaning up, were Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu. Louis and the rest had left midway during the banquet as they had other plans.

“Where are you staying?” Xiao Yuanmu asked.

Song Xuanhe told him the name of the hotel he was staying at. Xiao Yuanmu chuckled. “Are you avoiding me?”

Although the hotel was very good, it was in a different district, which meant that it was far from both Xiao Yuanmu’s company and apartment.

“I need a quiet place to find inspiration,” Song Xuanhe said, “Since the banquet’s over, you should head home. I should be going too.”

“I came with Louis and them,” Xiao Yuanmu said.

Song Xuanhe raised a brow, and Xiao Yuanmu clarified: “They took the car. My phone’s dead, so I can’t call for anyone to come pick me up.”

“What a coincidence,” Song Xuanhe said, “I don’t have an international license, so I called for a cab. Since you don’t have a ride, I’ll have the driver take you back first. You live close by, so it won’t take much time.”

Xiao Yuanmu stared at him and asked, “Do couples usually live apart after finally reuniting after a year-long absence?”

“No,” Song Xuanhe spread out his hands, “But, it’s normal for couples who have already broken up.”

Xiao Yuanmu then said, “Then, we’ll do what’s normal.”

Song Xuanhe was a bit surprised by how fast Xiao Yuanmu had accepted it this time. He didn’t think too much of it as he followed the other out to the car.

The driver was a Chinese man, but he didn’t speak much. Not only was he not chatty nor enthusiastic over meeting a compatriot, but also when Song Xuanhe had asked him to go to a different address, he only nodded.

Xiao Yuanmu’s apartment was very close to the hotel. In less than fifteen minutes, the car had arrived at the foot of the building.

The driver opened the door for Xiao Yuanmu. Xiao Yuanmu got out but didn’t step away from the car.

Song Xuanhe had thought that he wanted to say goodbye, so he waved his hand. “See ya.”

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