10

10

The last time I saw Xu Jingyi was when she handed me the compensation approved by the organization, looking traveled-worn.

A thick stack of envelopes, I briefly opened and glanced through them, approximately five thousand yuan.

I was momentarily surprised; in an era where even food was scarce, five thousand yuan was undoubtedly a fortune.

She must have contributed all her accumulated salary from these years as well.

I said nothing, nor did I accept it; I simply nodded and turned away.

I heard her seem to softly say "sorry" behind me, but the words scattered and disappeared with the cold wind, leaving no trace.

The weather had already entered into deep winter, with cold that pierced to the bone, but after that, spring would eventually come, and all the hardships would bloom into warmth and flowers.

I did not look back.

She did not chase after me again.

We both understood without words; this was the best outcome indeed.