They all said, don't let me see you_1

Having locked the door to the teahouse, Shen Jing walked back to her apartment.

The streets were not deserted.

Just as she arrived at the base of her apartment building, she ran into Sun Qiyan.

There had been no warning; he hadn't called.

But that wasn't quite right; her phone had been occupied by that couple.

Sun Qiyan stood at the foot of the apartment building, a thermal container in hand, bracing himself against the chilly wind and streetlights.

A pure black, knee-length business coat made his tall stature stand out even more.

It was a pity it was so dark. If not for the streetlights, Shen Jing might not have realized it was him.

Shen Jing pocketed her keys and walked over to him. "Brother Qiyan."

Sun Qiyan thrust the thermal container into her arms. "Grandma asked me to deliver your New Year's Eve dinner."