0075 Inferior Winter (5)
Upon landing in City B, the biting cold wind made it almost impossible for Lingling to stand.
She secretly booked a plane ticket and ran away from home, afraid of being discovered by her parents. She didn't even pack her luggage in the middle of the night. She was only wearing a fleece coat.
Perhaps it was because she had cried for too long, but the wind felt like it was going to crack her face. Her whole body was numb, even her thoughts. She felt that she must look like a disheveled homeless person, utterly wretched.
I don't know why I ran away from that warm home and went to a cold place.
At this moment, in B city where she had lived for seven years, she suddenly felt like a stranger in a foreign land.
Yes, if you come to this densely populated city with nothing and feel that you cannot have a decent life; even if you have a decent job, your passion for your dreams will be worn away by countless mortgage payments, car loans, promotions and salary increases.
Many people come full of enthusiasm, only to leave with sighs.
She seemed to be thinking about this too late. This should be a daunting city. If he weren't by her side, would she have already gone back to square one, becoming a middle school teacher in a small county town, living an easy but uneventful life?
Perhaps she simply lacked the courage and confidence to come to this foreign land, a place full of both the unknown and the hope.
Her body was trembling, but her palms were slightly warm.
In the midst of chaos, I found the answer amidst countless threads.
In City B, where land is incredibly valuable, competition for every inch of land is fierce. But if you walk northwest from where you are, you will pass through bustling areas and quiet places, eventually arriving at a place surrounded by the scent of pine resin.
She would return to Songhan Residence—a warm and quiet place in this bustling city—without any burden, from a timid outsider to someone who no longer felt like a stranger.
She had never realized she possessed such courage, to leave so decisively after hearing her father's words. But it wasn't truly that she was bold; just as seven years ago she had self-destructively chosen to stay by his side, perhaps it was simply because deep down she knew he wouldn't hurt her…
Her desire to find him was so strong. At this moment, before searching for lost time and expressing her belated feelings, she first needed to know if he was alright.
Are his injuries alright? Has he caught a cold in this cold weather? Have his assistants, big and small, tried to persuade him to stop when he insisted on working?
A bitter feeling welled up inside me; I missed him so much.
She was like a butterfly desperately searching for its home, oblivious to everything else.
Fortunately, this was B City, which allowed her to quickly hail a taxi to the suburbs in the early morning.
Perhaps it was too cold, and the driver, already tired, was somewhat indifferent. Before she could even bend down to sit in the car, someone helped her to the door.
The familiar man in a suit was just like countless others who had once surrounded him or been placed behind her by him.
The man leaned forward: "Miss He, please wait a moment."
After saying that, he went to the front to talk to the driver.
He appeased the driver, who had received a big order in the middle of the night but whose job had been ruined, with a wad of cash that wasn't too thick but far exceeded the price of the journey. The man returned to He Lingling's side and said, "I'm sorry for the offense."
As they spoke, a cloak was draped over Lingling, shielding her from the winter chill.
She was taken aback. "He knew I was here?"
The man replied, "Mr. Chen instructed that you be taken to Shengyue."
Lingling froze. Mr. Chen, Chen Yixu. Everything had returned to square one. The car had already entered the city.
The city of B, still dazzling like glass at midnight, so bright and beautiful, was not her home.
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