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It was late at night, and the Su family villa was quiet, with only the old-fashioned clock at the end of the corridor making a soft "tick-tock" sound.

Jiang Zhiyu lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, not sleepy at all.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

No, not tomorrow. It's now.

She didn't want to wait until dawn, didn't want to face the scene of her grandmother holding her hand with red eyes and refusing to let go, didn't want to see her little cousin's miserable face, and didn't want her grandfather to force a smile.

What she fears most is parting.

In the apocalypse, she experienced too many partings. Each one was sudden and unexpected, each one without a proper goodbye. Some people even smiled and said "See you tomorrow" to her one day, only to become cold corpses the next.

Later she learned not to take the path of farewell. To leave quietly, leaving behind a little something to remember her by, is better for everyone.

Jiang Zhiyu sat up quietly, first spreading her spiritual energy to carefully explore her grandparents' room.

Both elderly people were fast asleep. Grandpa's breathing was steady and long, much better than when she first arrived. Grandma was also sleeping soundly, with even a faint smile on her lips, probably having a sweet dream.

Jiang Zhiyu tiptoed to the kitchen first.

Her grandfather's favorite purple clay teapot was on the tea tray, along with a jar of his favorite tea. She took out a small porcelain bottle from her spatial storage, unscrewed the cap, and carefully dripped three drops of spiritual spring water into the tea jar.

The spiritual spring water is a highly concentrated liquid taken directly from the spring, and its effects are extremely potent. Three drops are already the upper limit; any more might not be enough for the elderly person's body, or might cause any problems. Although they are all family, Jiang Zhiyu didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Next was Grandma's medicine cabinet. Grandma had prepared a lot of medicine for Grandpa to improve his health these past few days, and she had neatly categorized them in the cabinet. Jiang Zhiyu opened the cabinet door and dripped a drop or two of spiritual spring water onto some key herbs—Astragalus, Angelica, Rehmannia, Codonopsis… These were all core herbs for replenishing qi and nourishing blood. After the spiritual spring water seeped in, the efficacy of the medicine could be increased at least two or three times.

She dared not add too much of the rest. The spiritual spring water was too potent now; adding too much could easily cause problems. Besides, the Su family used tap water here, unlike back home where they had water tanks, so they couldn't mix the spiritual spring water into their daily drinking water like they did back home. She could only add a little bit here and there, slowly and steadily, to nourish her body.

She then took out three prepared century-old ginseng roots from her spatial storage, along with a batch of precious medicinal herbs—wild lingzhi, saffron, cordyceps, deer antler slices, he shou wu… She took out a portion of each and neatly arranged them on the coffee table.

Seventeen had prepared all of these for her; they were processed very professionally, and their appearance and efficacy were far superior to those on the market. Grandma, coming from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, could immediately tell the value of these herbs and would definitely save them for Grandpa to use in his health regimen.

Looking at the neatly arranged medicinal herbs on the coffee table, Jiang Zhiyu felt a slight pang of reluctance.

Although she had only spent less than a month with her grandparents, she truly felt warmth. It was a warmth that came without any ulterior motives, a warmth purely based on the fact that they were family.

No one can understand how much a person from the apocalypse longs for this kind of warmth.

In the apocalypse, there are only two kinds of relationships between people—using others and being used. You can team up with others, but you can never truly open your heart to them; you can help others, but you must always be wary of being betrayed. She had lived for so many years, and she didn't have a single person she could truly trust.

But the Su family is different.

When her grandmother served her food, she genuinely felt sorry for her being so thin; when her grandfather looked at her, his eyes were full of love; when her cousin took her out to play, he genuinely wanted to make her happy; when her aunt quietly gave her things, she was also genuinely worried about her.

She had never experienced such unreserved kindness in the apocalypse.

It would be a lie to say I'm not sad to leave now.

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, walked to the coffee table in the living room, placed the letter she had written in advance next to the medicinal herbs, and then looked back at the entire villa.

She turned and went upstairs to the second floor, tiptoed to Su Wenhao's room, and listened closely—she could hear even breathing coming from inside; the kid was sleeping like a log.

She gently pushed open the door and slipped inside.

Su Wenhao's room was just like his personality—a complete mess. The table was piled high with racing magazines and snack wrappers, two sets of clothes lay on the floor, and the walls were covered with posters of rock bands and race car drivers.

Jiang Zhiyu shook her head helplessly, carefully walked around the clutter on the ground, walked to his desk, pushed the magazines on the desk aside, and made a small space.

Then she took out a fighter jet model from her storage space.

This is a precision alloy model of an F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, exquisitely crafted. Even the rivets on the wings and the instrument panels in the cockpit are perfectly replicated. The wings can be swept back, and the landing gear can be retracted and extended. She had swiped this from a powerful CEO's office while scavenging for supplies in the apocalypse. She'd simply thought it was pretty and casually put it in her spatial storage; she never expected it would come in handy today.

She placed the model in the most conspicuous spot on her desk, then took a piece of paper from her pocket and placed it under the model.

The note contained only three words—

This is for you.

She could already picture her little cousin jumping for joy when he saw the model tomorrow morning.

Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled up slightly, and she glanced at him again. Su Wenhao was sleeping sprawled out, hugging his pillow, with a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth, completely lacking any semblance of decorum.

Then he turned around, tiptoed out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

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Back in her room, Jiang Zhiyu stood by the window and took one last look at the manor outside.

Under the moonlight, the white villa stood quietly. In the courtyard, the roses planted by her grandmother swayed gently in the night breeze, and a faint fragrance filled the air. This villa, this estate, had provided her with a feeling of "home" she had never experienced before these past few days.

Although it was only a short stay, she will remember it forever.

"Seventeen," she whispered in her mind, "plan the route back. First to the port city."

"Received!" Seventeen's voice immediately rang out. "Host, the distance from San Francisco to Port City is approximately 11,000 kilometers. Our aircraft's cruising speed is 1200 kilometers per hour. I have planned the optimal route and selected an uninhabited coral island in the central Pacific Ocean as a transit point for rest. The island has sufficient space for takeoffs and landings."

"Okay, let's go."

With a thought, Jiang Zhiyu instantly teleported into the space.

It was her old friend, and she touched the airplane.

Jiang Zhiyu nimbly climbed into the cockpit and started the engine.

The plane taxied a distance on the runway in space, then suddenly pulled up and soared into the sky.

Of course, this "sky" was just the sky in space. After the plane reached a certain altitude, Jiang Zhiyu had a thought and instantly teleported out of space with the plane, appearing in the sky above a wilderness outside San Francisco.

It was three in the morning, and the surroundings were pitch black, with only the stars and moon in the sky emitting a faint light.

The plane flew steadily at high altitude, the roar of its engines blocked out by the thick clouds, ensuring it wouldn't disturb anyone. Jiang Zhiyu skillfully piloted the plane, heading towards the Pacific Ocean.

Night flights are actually the safest, as the planes are almost invisible on the ground, and radar signals can be blocked by Seventeen, so there is basically no need to worry about being detected.

The plane flew smoothly over the Pacific Ocean for about four hours, and the sky gradually began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

"Host, the transit island is 50 kilometers ahead," Seventeen reminded. "After landing, you can rest for an hour or two before continuing your flight."

"No need to rest," Jiang Zhiyu said decisively.

The flight from Coral Island to the port city would take about six hours. Jiang Zhiyu maintained a steady altitude and speed, flying westward.

The sun rose above the sea, casting golden sunlight across the Pacific Ocean, making it shimmer and sparkle—a breathtaking sight. Looking out the window at the boundless blue sea, Jiang Zhiyu felt an unexpected sense of peace.

When she thought of her maternal grandfather and his family, those images flashed through her mind frame by frame, warm and clear.

She will definitely come back.

Once the situation in China stabilizes, she will definitely bring her maternal grandparents back to China for a visit, so that they can reunite with her mother and allow her mother to properly fulfill her filial duties as a daughter.

By then, we shouldn't need to sneak around anymore, right?

"Host, we are about to enter Hong Kong's airspace," Seventeen's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I suggest you descend and prepare for landing. I have selected an abandoned old airport on the outskirts of Hong Kong; it's a remote location suitable for a covert landing."

"good."

The plane slowly descended, passing through layers of clouds and fog, and the outline of the port city gradually came into view.

The densely packed high-rise buildings, the bustling Victoria Harbour, and the distant rolling green hills—this city where East meets West appears exceptionally prosperous under the afternoon sun.

Following the route outlined in Plan 17, Jiang Zhiyu landed the plane on an abandoned old airport runway in the suburbs. The area was overgrown with weeds and had been deserted for a long time; there was no one to be seen for miles around.

After the plane came to a stop, she quickly stored it in her spatial storage, tidied her clothes, and made sure there were no suspicious marks on her body before teleporting towards the city.

The batch of supplies that my uncle sent to the port city should arrive soon.