In the car, a brief silence had fallen.
Chen Jieyu had been listening to Cheng Zhu's words, sinking into a gloomy mood.
Indeed, just as Cheng Zhu had said, Hang City's New Year's Eve was bright with lights from a myriad of homes, but not one belonged to her.
She could only stay in the cold, empty faculty dormitory, spending it alone.
How could a dormitory ever feel like home?
But she never expected Cheng Zhu to follow up with what he said next.
His attitude was very straightforward.
"You don't want to go back to that home, do you?
But you do want a home of your own, right?
Alright, then I'll buy you one in Hang City."
At that moment, Chen Jieyu was truly stunned.
Ever since she had come to Hang City, she had been thinking about staying here.
And for most Chinese, staying in a city meant having a house of their own there.
However, even though it was just 2015, the housing prices in Hang City were not low at all.
To her, it was a distant goal.
