As the New Year approached, the bustling city of Beicheng became more and more empty. Many migrant workers have already taken the way back to their hometowns. Outdoor construction has been suspended, large cranes have been parked, and food stalls on the side of the road are only left on the ground. A puddle of oil.
Everly lazily sat on a window seat in the bookstore, propped his chin, and looked at the opposite road.
After the commercial was filmed, she had nothing else to do. She read books and prepared for exams on weekdays, and then looked forward to the Spring Festival commercials.
The phone rang, Everly regained his senses, and a message came in on the phone: Back to the old house.
Looking at the simple three words, her eyebrows wrinkled deeply.
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