48 Hours in Nanjing: My Soul Found Refuge in This Homestay

At 2 a.m., standing on the streets of Confucius Temple with my luggage, I suddenly didn't want to be a tourist anymore. Turning into an alley on Hongwu Road, "Journey Healing Lodge" glowed like a secret signal from a midnight diner. The moment I pushed the door open, I was handed a cup of hot floral tea. The host said, "We left your window open—you can see the moon from your room." ✔️ The mattress was so soft it felt like being kidnapped by clouds ✔️ By the third movie on the projector, I realized I'd forgotten to check my phone ✔️ The soundproofing was so good even my own breathing seemed too loud Waking up to the aroma of coffee in the morning, I stored my luggage and strolled leisurely to the subway station. Turns out, real travel is when even a homestay makes you want to stay and live there.