Ying Jing guessed that He Yiming was likely here to see Xiao Qinghe.
And she just happened to run into him at the door and greeted him.
"If you're looking for someone, Mr. He, you can just go straight in." After saying this, Ying Jing started to look dazedly at the pitch-black sky. In the city, she had never seen such a beautiful moon; it was all here.
Sometimes there were also a sky full of stars.
Especially when she thought of a certain late night after work, when she, Ziyue, and Yan Wei walked on the road far from the city's hustle and bustle, with no cars' noise, and no neon lights to confuse the eyes ahead.
Looking up, she saw the countless stars sparkling in the sky.
Occasionally, she could hear the sound of cicadas in the summer.
Sometimes, living an opulent life for too long, coming here gives a sudden illusion of sinking.
If she could, Ying Jing hoped that when everything settled, she'd be able to freely take Wen Fucheng and soar high, living the life she wanted.
