After confirming that He Yunsong was fine, Wen Shi once again threw himself into his busy work.
Then, Yi Chichi was roped in as a volunteer.
"What is the paperwork for, and why am I the one writing the promo piece?"
She held a pen, writing furiously and muttering under her breath.
Wen Shi sat next to her, watching her write, "Your writing is good; it's more moving when you do it."
It was a compliment, no doubt, but Yi Chichi felt no joy.
She said helplessly, "When I go back, I'd like to see what you'll do."
Now it's Wen Shi who was unhappy.
He said in a grievance-filled tone, "You'll be happy going back?"
"If I don't go back soon, the big snow will block the roads."
That's true; first snow had already fallen back home by this time.
The return would be fine; he certainly wouldn't want to trap his wife here.
The old folks are still around.
"Well, how about I find someone to buy you a ticket tomorrow?"
"Go ahead, make sure it's a sleeper."
"Definitely."
