It was winter. Jia Qiulian was walking down the street as it got dark. She sighed as she looked at the brightly lit street.
She just wanted to live and work well. Why was it so difficult?
Originally, she could have taken a cab to go home, but she suddenly wanted to walk alone through the familiar and unfamiliar streets of this city.
If it had not been for Han Cihui, she probably would not have come back for the rest of her life.
In the past, she had a father and a mother. If she left Han Cihui now, she would be alone.
Loneliness was really a scary thing. It caused one to become more and more confused and made people less and less hopeful...
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Han Cihui drove home and stood outside. Seeing the darkness in the house, he knew that Jia Qiulian had not yet returned.
He stood in the doorway and was suddenly afraid to open the door and enter.
