That day.
Dusk.
Tang Qing set off for Shanghai, not staying long in Beijing, to avoid all sorts of invitations that would take up his leisurely day.
A year.
It's only three hundred and sixty-odd days.
If I can be idle.
Then idle I shall be.
In fact, Tang Qing's mindset still lingered just after the New Year, yet it was almost July. Hold on a bit longer and the year will end soon.
Helpless!
If it weren't for the extended lifespan, Tang Qing would be counting the days until he grew old. Time, indeed, is a frightening thing.
Because.
It will take everyone away.
...
"Sigh!"
Upon learning of Tang Qing's departure.
Beijing.
Various places.
Many sighed lightly, a bit disappointed. Their invitations were politely declined by Tang Qing, and naturally, they were a bit unhappy.
However.
Upon hearing that Tang Qing rejected everyone.
Instantly.
Their anger dissipated.
What they feared.
