"I've decided not to go back to school when it starts next year. It's almost the New Year, so I won't call them now and spoil their mood. I feel fortunate to have met you. If it weren't for you, I don't know what will happen to my brother and me now."
If it were not for Jiang Yao, perhaps Zhou Xiaoguang would still be in the police station, or perhaps Zhou Xiaocheng's would not have ended before the New Year.
Zhou Xiaoxia had been very happy to read the newspaper for the past few days—if her sister could see it, she would be delighted too.
Yuan City would welcome a new dawn, and previous sins would be suppressed. It was too bad that the dead would never be able to experience that.
Zhou Xiaocheng had lived in the city's darkest moments, and she had left with despair and pain.