Chapter 80: Endless Snow (2/2)

Assistant Song stayed quiet.

By 7 o'clock, it almost turned into a blizzard. Winds were gusting. The car radio was reporting the closed highways. Assistant Song received a ticket refund message saying the airline was canceled.

Wenxu Jiang's temples were popping. The pain and the sensation of asphyxia struck together; he nearly crushed his teeth. ”Head back.”

He still went back to his and Zhishu He's apartment.

Wenxu Jiang almost watched the snow for the entire night at the balcony. Everything was covered in whiteness; it was so cold and desolate like the temporary emptiness after noises and lights.

At midnight, he called Ziyu Ai like he was hit in the face.

He called again and again, and there came the same programmed female voice over and over again, ”Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is power off...”

Wenxu Jiang felt he was pushed into the abyss by some irresistible force.

The snow hadn't stopped yet, and Wenxu Jiang's mind was exceptionally clear overnight. He hardly considered and made up his mind just like he decided to take Zhishu He away at the train station 14 years ago.

The snows were 5 centimeters thick, and the blizzard didn't stop. He decided to drive to Hangzhou.

He resumed his sense while he sat on the driving seat. His body couldn't allow him to do crazy stuff young men could do. He called Assistant Song. Two men driving in turns was safer and faster.

He had to give him a pay raise though.

It was a tough journey. The entire north snowed, and highways were all closed. Small roads were twisty and dangerous and misleading. They didn’t feel slightly relieved until they entered the south.

It took them two days to drive from Beijing to Hangzhou.

It was before noon when they arrived at that little tea garden. The sun shone on Wenxu Jiang's face through the car window; one second bright, next second dark. The sun was shining but had no heat at all.

It was empty. That two-story building was empty; the jasmines in the garden were all dead.

Wenxu Jiang stumbled. He nearly fell.

[Your step-mother author has to tell two inevitable things—a sudden bad ending and plain abuse plots.

There is no heart-breaking abuse in separation and abuse. If it disappoints you, please don’t complain or criticize too much.]