Outside the highway toll booth, Li Jing parked on the side, hands in his pockets, standing next to the car, his hair tousled by the wind.
Although the Spring Festival had passed, the cold still ravaged the city.
Ever since Li Jing got used to frequenting high-end places and stopped working outdoors, he no longer dressed so heavily in winter.
Today, he was wearing a cashmere suit jacket over a turtleneck sweater, not feeling the cold weather indoors or inside the car.
But once he got out of the car, he immediately felt the cold wind hitting his face, the chill penetrating his neck, making him involuntarily shrug his shoulders.
Earlier, he was busy packing and saying goodbye to his parents, leaving no time to check his phone.
It was only when he picked up his phone moments ago that he noticed Ge Qin had called him over a dozen times, with dozens of unread WeChat messages.
