Beijing in the golden autumn of October was already cooling at night, and with only two months left of 2010, Zhou Yiyi wrapped herself tightly in her clothes as she gazed at the fallen leaves blanketing the ground of the residential area. It was barely twenty-two o'clock, but the streets were empty; only the thousand lights in people's homes decorated the area, otherwise, how bleak would it be?
Thinking back, she had returned to Hua Country over three months ago; even the green vegetables and cabbages had grown tall in the garden by her door, yet that person had not called her even once.
Reflecting on the years of emotions, Zhou Yiyi felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart.
Even Lin Mu made sure to drop her off at the residential area before leaving, but that person, who was thousands of miles away, did he still not know that she had returned to the country?
