The next day.
As the year-end draws near, the streets of Beidu have entered a complex state of simultaneous busyness and leisure.
Busyness, because people are still coming and going on the streets.
Leisure, because the fatigue and anxiety are finally gone from people's faces, replaced by a rare sense of ease and joy.
Even those still working feel a bit of repressed joy motivated by the double holiday pay.
"Your coffee~"
"Thank you." Weng Pinting politely whispered her thanks to the server.
She absentmindedly picked up the cup in front of her, lightly sniffing the bitter aroma of the milk before taking a small sip.
Her eyebrows relaxed for a moment.
Outside the window, an iron wing sliced through the sky, landing at a nearby airport.
The airplane's engine noise gave Weng Pinting a slight headache, disturbing her just-calmed mood.
