Another New Year's Day arrived, and Shen Jing no longer felt like celebrating.
Those days were as unpredictable as ever.
Shen Jing didn't go back to Yunding; it was as if the two of them hadn't even said a proper goodbye.
Isn't that just what relationships are like?
No, that's not right; he was emotionless.
Shen Jing lowered her head to swipe her phone, only to find a blank screen. How ridiculous.
At 8 o'clock, when the guests had all left and the teahouse had closed, Shen Jing was surrounded by several senior colleagues she had worked with for many years.
Xing Wendong was settling Shen Jing's wages, sighing and looking at her for a long time. "Once you leave, will you come back?"
Shen Jing took the paper. "Yeah, the Troupe Leader has cultivated me meticulously over the years. Without the Troupe Leader, who would know Little Ajing?"
Xing Wendong grew more regretful. "But you, you were having a great time, weren't you?"
