Nearly a month had passed, the second part of “Twelve” was out, and Xia Bing had done nothing all month, using the cold as an excuse. The most important reason was probably that damn man – Xiahou Zun, who had her mind in a daze…
December 31st, the last day of the year. Xia Bing didn’t want to go out, but Lu Yiyi had said if she didn’t come find her, she’d get angry.
Wishing she had more backbone, Xia Bing helplessly left her bed and got ready to go out.
Xia Bing arrived at Lu Yiyi’s office.
“Wait a moment, I’ll finish this and we can go,” Yiyi greeted her friend and buried herself in work.
Xia Bing looked around the office, “Aren’t you afraid of skipping work?”
“My dad? He’d be thankful if I’d take over his business now, and I’m willing to get married… It’s Little New Year’s Eve, I should get some time off,” Yiyi closed her files and came out laughing.
“You’re starting to look like a capable woman. Not bad…” Xia Bing was genuinely happy for her friend.
Yiyi laughed, saying it was just a matter of getting used to it.
“Where are we going now?”
“To Hai Jun’s studio.”
Hearing this, Xia Bing teased her friend, “You’re bringing such a big lightbulb along for a date. You’re underestimating my lightbulb’s brightness, aren’t you?”
“I’m afraid you’ll rust away at home,” Yiyi laughed.
“In this cold, I’d rather rust than be a lightbulb, and then be seen as an eyesore…” Xia Bing hinted. In winter, her hands and feet became especially cold. She had heard a story about cold-handed people being fallen angels, becoming fragile in winter… Xia Bing sighed, seeming like she too had been abandoned by God…
Yiyi looked at her distracted friend, “Xia Bing…”
“Ah,” Xia Bing looked up.
A Friend’s Happiness
“What are you thinking about?”
Xia Bing smiled embarrassedly, “Will it snow this winter?”
“Who knows,” Yiyi laughed at such a boring question.
Hai Jun welcomed them and asked them to sit, then went inside to bring out some books.
