He Ziqian followed the address and arrived at dusk. He saw a passerby and walked up to him. "Hello, do you know how to get to Lü Bijun's house?"
"Huh?"
He Ziqian repeated the question.
The man mumbled a few words. He Ziqian didn't understand any of it, but he saw the man point forward.
"Thank you."
Carrying his luggage, He Ziqian trudged forward.
After walking for a little while, he saw a few mud-brick houses. The white mourning banner hanging on one of the doors was quite conspicuous. He Ziqian paused for a moment before walking over.
Just as he reached the door and was about to ask, Lü Bijun walked out of the house.
They both saw each other, and for a moment, neither spoke.
Seeing He Ziqian suddenly appear at her doorstep, Lü Bijun almost wondered if she was hallucinating.
She pinched the palm of her hand, just in time to see He Ziqian approaching.
"You... What are you doing here?"
"Are you okay?"
