Sitting on a chair in the airport terminal, Cheng Su watched the people coming and going and listened to the airport announcements, sighing heavily.
"Alright, how many times have you sighed already? If it weren't winter and the leaves had already fallen, you probably could have sighed a leaf off the tree," Ning Ge said.
"Look, all these people coming and going, how many of them are truly happy on their faces, but who's not seriously living their lives? Why do some people just not cherish it?" Cheng Su said.
Seeing her gloomy look, Ning Ge couldn't bear it, reached out to push her head lightly, and said, "Stop lamenting over the seasons. Autumn has long passed. Stop worrying about others, just live your own life seriously!"
Mentioning her son, Cheng Suxin felt a stir in her heart, glanced at him, flipped her hair, and said, "Speaking of, the New Year is just a few days away, another year has passed. You're not exactly young yourself this year, are you?"
