Gu Jianchuan was wandering aimlessly on the road at this time. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't want to go home either. That home was filled with memories of him and Xiao Yan, weighing him down so much that he couldn't breathe, like a drowning man trying desperately to grab the life-saving straw but in vain. So, he could only escape and stay in the house as little as possible. He also thought about changing his house and changing his environment, but he didn't want to. He always felt that once he left, he would never come back.