The holly bushes by the roadside glowed a deep, dark green, as if coated in a layer of wax, protecting the deep veins within their leaves from the biting wind.
The wind stirred the fur collar on Chen Yuan's coat, making it quiver hesitantly—just like Jiangg Yao's heart at that moment.
The sadness was unbearable.
This was Lanjing South Station. At dusk, the fiery afterglow of sunset shone down on the two of them as they held hands.
Around them, travelers hurried past in small groups, pulling their suitcases, their faces alight with joy.
As the saying goes, "Whether you're rich or poor, you go home for the New Year." After a year of toiling away from home, they finally had time to return to their hometowns, reunite with friends and family, and enjoy a rare moment of peace.
So even if they usually worried about their wallets being too light, it didn't stop these travelers from hurrying on their way, their faces wreathed in smiles.
