Ji Sang's eyes trembled slightly as she watched the boy's lonely figure. In a trance, it was as if she understood something.
Watching the elevator numbers decrease by twenty, Ji Sang then turned around, dragging her luggage in.
Actually, the span of a human life is quite short. Some people are destined to accompany you on this journey only for a while. Perhaps, when one gets old, the only thing left will be this segment which may even become a blur in memory.
So, there's no need to care too much.
Everyone will eventually find their own destination.
The one belonging to Song Xiu, she believed, would one day surely arrive, brilliantly and resplendently.
After a quick wash-up, Ji Sang remembered to give Fu Yisi a call. With her hair still damp, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her bag.
Seeing the missed calls, Ji Sang felt a sudden pang in her heart and quickly dialed back.
