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On the day of his thirty-first or thirty-second birthday, Chen Nuanhan, as usual sent greetings, and the two of them had a rather extended chat, with Su Huai still able to detect her mood through just a few words.
She suddenly asked, "When do you plan to come home?"
Su Huai turned to glance at the female anchor on his bed and lit a cigarette on the dark balcony.
"Can't go back anymore..."
Su Huai smiled bitterly, typing and deleting, then typing again and finally changing his response to, "I'll save up a bit more money, I have to go back eventually. My parents need me, and I need to be needed."
Then, Su Huai saw the "typing" indicator at the top of the chat window flickering repeatedly, but it was a full minute before a simple response came.
"It's good to be responsible, but don't shoulder everything on your own, Su Huai, you're living too hard."
Yes, the me from my past life, lived too hard...
