Leaving the mall, the evening sky at half-past six was already steeped in twilight.
After the lively demolition ceremony ended, the stage built for the event was neatly dismantled, and the gathered residents scattered without a trace, leaving only an empty neighborhood, quietly reflected by the falling snow.
The snowflakes were as fine as cotton, drifting down from the lead-gray sky, soon covering the world with a thin layer of white.
"Sir, wear a hat, don't catch a cold."
Long chased after with an old leather hat in hand, his tone full of concern.
"It's fine, it's just a short walk."
Cheng Ye shook his head. The snowflakes felt cool on his face, making him feel invigorated.
"Long."
"Yes, sir."
"Take a break for a while. This large community can't rely on you alone, don't work yourself to exhaustion."
Hmm?
Long was clearly taken aback, his mouth opened but he couldn't say a word.
Perhaps everyone was used to working tirelessly, as if giving their all was just natural.
