Intern Wang Xu'an officially entered Dongyu Group.
Everyone else thought that she only came here to apply for a job, but she was the only one who knew in her heart that she came here all because of Gu Mingyuan, whom she had missed for a long time.
On the day of joining, the hall was noisy with people coming and going.
The registration forms were scattered on the ground. She bent down and carefully picked them up one by one.
This inconspicuous moment happened to fall into Lin Yan's eyes by the window on the second floor.
Six years ago, Harbin was filled with snow and wind.
The boy stood in the cold snow with a cigarette between his fingertips.
A short-haired girl quickly stepped forward and quietly smoked the cigarette from his hand.
For the next six years, Lin Yan never touched fireworks again.
We met again after six years.
She had long forgotten the brief brush with each other in the wind and snow, and he was the only one who kept the complete past alone.
She was full of enthusiasm and rushed to the sweetheart of her heart, but in the end she realized that this heartbeat was just a flash in the pan.
And he could only stand in the dark, quietly staring at her retreating figure again and again.
In the same warm winter in Beicheng, an ancient past that was far away and unknown to everyone was quietly restarted.
