Xia Yangyang stepped out of the car, staring blankly at everything before her.
It was as if she had stepped into her dream.
She had thought about it before.
Her dream was to become a journalist.
But she had also imagined, if she couldn't be a journalist, what would she do?
Xia Yangyang's answer was to open a bookstore.
A place that offers solitude in a bustling city, a sanctuary for the soul.
And what stood before her now—wasn't it exactly what she had always longed for?
It turned out that, over the past eight years, all her dreams had come true.
She had become a journalist.
And after growing tired, she had opened a bookstore.
Gu Qichen walked to the bookstore's entrance and said, "Come over here."
Xia Yangyang walked over and said to Gu Qichen, "Do you have the key? I want to go inside and have a look."
But Gu Qichen simply replied, "The key is with you."
Xia Yangyang was taken aback.
Gu Qichen took Xia Yangyang's hand and placed it on the door handle.
