Jiang Zhixun changed cars several times, and the time he arrived in Beijing wasn't too different from his original schedule.
In the deep night with heavy snow, only the streetlights stood on both sides of the road, emitting a dim yellow glow.
A gust of wind blew through, cold enough to seep into the bones.
The man carrying his luggage walked faster and faster, the snow on the ground unable to halt his steps.
His coat was open, the cold wind howling inside, but he seemed completely unaware.
During the past few days on the road, Jiang Zhixun had calmed down.
It was his fault for not caring enough about Shen Qingqing, which was why he knew nothing about her real situation.
Now, he just wanted to see Shen Qingqing once.
To tell her that even if she's forgotten, it doesn't matter. They still have a lifetime to let her get to know him again!
No matter how many times Qingqing forgets him, he will not give up!
