The days passed, one by one. The temperature in Lanjing was rising quickly. Soon, the lawns in the residential complex were no longer covered in a thick layer of frost each morning, and new shoots were secretly sprouting from the withered grassroots.
By noon, the sun was too strong for a down jacket. It was warm enough to walk the streets in a thick sweatshirt without feeling cold.
The desolate winter vanished along with the north wind.
Chen Yuan kept procrastinating on the letter he was planning to give Jiangg and still hadn't finished it. He focused on managing his emotions every day, and their relationship was pretty much back to how it was before.
Except for when Jiangg occasionally switched personalities, which would give him a sudden jolt of discomfort.
The rest of the time, he didn't feel quite so awful.
