My name is Su Xi. I’m a girl of the Wusun people, raised in a small border town, and now I’m a project manager at a cross-border transport company. In plain terms, I’m a contractor who spends every day battling clients, staying up all night over damaged cargo, and forcing myself to keep going through business dinners.
Then, during a meeting, I found myself caught in the gaze of my ex, Lu Ze. He was now my client, impeccably dressed in a suit and wearing the watch I’d given him, yet he questioned me in the coldest tone about why three truckloads of goods were delayed. He couldn’t even spare a single “Are you okay?” The pain of the trust we’d lost three years ago surged like a wave beneath his strictly businesslike gaze.
But what threw me even more off balance was Li Yan, the new client-side department head at his side. His WeChat profile picture was a lonely blue sea, and in person he was as cold as ice. Yet when I’d had too much to drink, he would quietly bring me yogurt. He remembered the project I’d been dreaming about for a year, and even the kumquat candy I’d mentioned in passing. He said, “It’s the same as being unmarried,” and the mark where a ring had been on his ring finger was so faint it seemed like a riddle. But late one night at the mountain pass, he said through reddened eyes, “Let’s get divorced.”
The cross-border freight keeps racing down the railway. The aroma of Western Regions baked buns mingles with the burn of baijiu, while my ex’s coldness and my new client’s warmth pull me back and forth. I thought this was just a difficult partnership between client and contractor, until a blizzard in Transbaikalia closed the road
That night, with wind and snow raging outside, I huddled in bed in our temporary lodging. The door opened softly, and Li Yan, covered in snow, stood beside the bed, his eyes brighter than the stars outside the window. “Su Xi, I can’t wait any longer.”
An old love like a thorn, a new warmth like a light. In this workplace romance wrapped in sandstorms and blizzards, who will walk the final stretch of this transport route with me?
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