Tang Yung stood by the French window, watching the interweaving traffic outside, the prosperity of Jiangbei City ford a stark contrast to the desolation deep in her heart. Holding a cup of tea, Tang Yung sighed, "Lin Chuan, when will you let have peace of mind?"
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In fact, it wasn't just Tang Yung who was bustling about for Lin Chuan; Song Xiaojia was too.
It was only after receiving the news of Lin Chuan's arrest that she realized the seriousness of the matter.
She dared not ask Lin Chuan to go back with her; instead, she went back to the station to explain herself, but no one believed her, and she was verbally warned.
She knew she was in big trouble, so the next day she took leave from the station, on one hand to remind Lin Chuan not to show up (fortunately, he went to a local clinic for treatnt, otherwise, the police would have found him already), and on the other hand, she drove back to the provincial city in a rush. Song Xiaojia rushed back to the provincial city because she wanted to find a glimr of hope for Lin Chuan's situation. If not for Lin Chuan, she wouldn't want to go back to the provincial city at all. And she didn't want to return to that 'ho' even more.
On her way ho, Song Xiaojia's expression was constantly changing.
Due to self-reproach over the past few days, Song Xiaojia had lost a lot of weight. She didn't keep the promises made to Lin Chuan, especially when Lin Chuan led people into the police station, and the look Lin Chuan gave her made Song Xiaojia's heart break.
Actually, Song Xiaojia had always been afraid to admit that she had fallen for Lin Chuan.
This sudden feeling made Song Xiaojia sowhat panicked and inexplicable. She didn't know when it started, but she found herself gradually having feelings for Lin Chuan, which even reached her heart. Maybe it was because she had clarified the results of the bank robbery in October, knowing Lin Chuan was that unnoticed hero behind the scenes; maybe because during the explosion at the avant-garde chemical plant, Lin Chuan stepped forward without hesitation; maybe because of those tis they pretended to be a quarreling couple, and ended up really acting on it, with Lin Chuan kissing her all over and touching her all over; maybe that ti Lin Chuan was drunk, she took him ho, and he touched her all over again...
In any case, it was a very subtle feeling.
This feeling was as if a seed had been planted in her heart from the start, and this seed gradually began to take root and sprout. Now, it was almost unstoppable.
Song Xiaojia had always been enduring it and forcefully suppressing this feeling in her heart. However, this ti Lin Chuan's gaze really hurt her. Song Xiaojia was a proud person; she was determined to help Lin Chuan no matter what and to get him out of his prison troubles. Even if she had to use extraordinary ans to accomplish it. Because, in Song Xiaojia's heart, Lin Chuan was innocent.
Provincial city, Provincial Committee Compound.
At the entrance, two upright People's Liberation Army soldiers braved the heavy snow, standing guard with a Type 95 automatic rifle in hand.
When Song Xiaojia drove to the Provincial Committee Compound, she was stopped at the gate. Once the security guards saw the pass on the car, they imdiately let her through. After more than a year, Song Xiaojia finally returned to the Provincial Committee Compound where she had grown up. It was a familiar place, yet also a foreign place. This place looked sorrowful and heartbreaking.
"Xiao Jia, you're back?" soone from the Provincial Committee Compound greeted Song Xiaojia warmly.
"Mhm!" Song Xiaojia nodded.
Standing under the building corridor, Song Xiaojia couldn't bring herself to walk back ho.
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