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Late at night, Li Zheng, with his backpack on, was heading towards the entrance of the residential compound when he saw a familiar figure pulling a suitcase out through the gate.
Li Zheng hastened his steps and called out, "Ning'er?"
An Ning looked up and smiled, "I thought you weren't coming back."
"Hey, I probably won't come back tomorrow either." Li Zheng took over the suitcase, accompanying his mother towards the outside, "A flight at this late hour?"
"Don't get me started, flights to Africa are always at these times." An Ning, looking up at the moon with a wry smile, said, "I used to imagine that maybe one day we would both leave early and come back late, our work so unpredictable that we'd end up meeting like this someday. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."
Li Zheng walked a couple of steps and then sighed, "Looks like Old Li will have to keep the empty house company from now on."
