Was it to back up your old friend?
The car lights flickered. Even Ji Shulang fell silent for once.
"Ji Shulang, she left Xinhai eight years ago," Wen Shaoyu leaned sideways against the car. "In the past eight years, she studied and lived in London, even found a satisfactory job. She lost her sense of belonging to Xinhai long ago."
"Ordinary relatives can't be a reason for her to stay, and those close enough—like her father—actually don't want her to stay either."
Wen Shaoyu clenched the car keys in his hand, the edges of the irregular oblong object pressing painfully into his palm. He tightened his grip, then relaxed, finally letting out a long breath. "Even I can't tell her to throw everything away and stay in Xinhai."
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