Fu Yanye finished speaking and hung up the phone without giving her another glance, then instructed the driver to drive away.
Zhuo Jian watched as the car moved further and further away, her heart unable to settle down for a long time.
The wind was getting stronger and seemed about to bring snow; when her hair was blown about, she came back to her senses and then turned to walk back inside.
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A few days before New Year's.
Ouyang Ping packed her luggage to go home and saw her leisurely drinking tea with no intention of leaving, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you really not going back?"
"Yeah!"
Zhuo Jian was certain.
Another colleague who hosted the noon news was a local, and working during the New Year's period was not a problem for her.
She had decided not to go back when she spoke on the phone with that female colleague.
"But I'm also leaving, and you'll be here all by yourself."
Ouyang Ping thought it was too miserable.
