Li Qing complained, "What do you mean disturb? I'm of an age now, living alone at home. At this age, I can't sleep at night. You've finally come back to the country, at least let me know so someone can pick you up from the airport. Otherwise, if you come back once every few years and there's no one to welcome you home, isn't it too quiet?"
Quiet?
Jiang Nuan didn't feel that way.
She had been living abroad alone for five years and had long been accustomed to a solitary life.
Compared to interacting with people, she enjoyed the feeling of being alone more.
Cooking for herself, enjoying her own floral arrangements, and occasionally indulging in a favorite movie, she could leisurely open a bottle of fruit wine and lazily lie on a tatami mat. If she wanted to watch a movie while eating junk food, she could, without worrying whether the other person enjoyed the movie or if they'd think she was sloppy for lounging while watching.
Jiang Nuan was lost in thought.
