Shi Yang tiptoed back to his bedroom, picked up his phone and glanced at it. There was an unread message from Zhao Meimei.
Zhao Meimei: Brother, what should I do? I don't want to go back south, I want to stay, I don't want to be separated from you!!!
Upon reading this line, Shi Yang's heart felt indescribably heavy. He stared blankly, thinking that no matter what, he couldn't let Zhao Dazhuang move the family away. If they had to leave, Zhao Meimei should stay behind.
When Zhao Meimei's family arrived in the city, it was snowing heavily, comparable to goose feathers.
The bad weather made the streets sparsely populated, yet the train station was unusually bustling.
Shi Yang leaned against the railing outside the exit, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, anxiously staring at the tightly closed gate.
