"In the end, I didn't choose the wrong person."
Her unwavering decision to stay with Lin Mo had indeed been the most correct decision she'd ever made in her life!
It was morning, 10 o'clock.
A high-speed train came to a halt at Hongqiao Railway Station.
This was the last stop on the train's route, and a small number of passengers began to disembark one after another.
After most of the passengers had left, Lin Mo, who had been sitting by the window, finally lifted the duckbill cap covering his face, slowly stood up, grabbed his bag from the luggage rack, and left the carriage.
Rakshasa City seldom saw snow.
But today, it was snowing, and the wind was strong too.
Lin Mo tightened his clothes and followed the crowd through the long underground passage, then hailed a taxi to head to a nearby hotel.
Rakshasa City was still the same Rakshasa City.
Bustling and lively, every person on the streets seemed to be hurrying on their way, busy with life.
