The winter in the capital city was rather cold. The northwest wind blew her hair, and the tip of her nose was a little red.
"Tong Pei, thank you," she said in a low voice.
The moment she woke up on the bridge, she seemed to have returned to a moment in her previous life when she had been also lying in the front passenger seat of Tong Pei's car.
That was the first time she had been driven out of the house by Guo Lin. It was also New Year's Eve.
Although the winter in Haicheng wasn't as cold as in Beijing, she had only been wearing a thin sweater and a pair of slippers.
At that time, she had collapsed on the side of the road, tired and hungry. It was Tong Pei who had passed by and found her.
She still remembered that in the cold wind, Tong Pei, who was wearing a windbreaker, had squatted down and put his hand under her nose to test if she was breathing.
