After Transmigrating as a Scumbag Alpha, I Marked the Crazy Hotshot – Chapter 100

White-Haired All the Way

This was no longer a grudge, no simple obsession. This was killing intent.

Fu Rongjun had committed murder.

“Although this video can’t completely prove that Fu Rongjun set the fire, I’m certain she was involved. You can tell from how guilty she acted about it afterward. Especially after she knew I had leverage on her… But I didn’t get any benefits from her side either. Her shares are all tied up, and the company has been controlled by Cheng Jing all these years, so she can’t get the money out.”

But she was, after all, the Cheng Corporation’s largest shareholder, so he held onto this secret of Fu Rongjun’s as his final trump card.

To be used to turn his fortunes around.

What a pity. Fu Rongjun only had the petty mind of a woman. Though vicious, she was all ambition and no substance, only able to place all her hopes on Cheng Jing.

Once she lost Cheng Jing as her pillar of support, she would never amount to anything great.

Bai Zhaoliang: “But if you want, you can still try to find that servant who cooperated with Fu Rongjun.” He had tried and failed to find them, but for him, the video in his hand was enough leverage.

As Bai Zhaoliang spoke, he took a sip of coffee.

“Tea is still better. This foreign stuff is so bitter.”

Cheng Jiqing’s fingers were gently held. She could feel that soft, pale hand trembling with suppressed rage.

Her gaze shifted from the computer screen to Bai Xin’s face.

The next second, Bai Xin looked up.

In their eyes, there was only heartache for each other.

In that great fire, they had both lost so much.

What Cheng Jiqing lost was her innocent childhood, the pain of being betrayed by her closest kin.

What Bai Xin lost was the only mother in the world who doted on her, a pain that could never be mended for all eternity.

After the heartache and grief came endless fury.

Their gazes parted. Cheng Jiqing took a breath and calmly slid the laptop toward herself.

“CEO Bai should still try to get used to it,” Cheng Jiqing said slowly. “The habit of not being able to endure hardship is not a very good one…”

Bai Zhaoliang didn’t understand her words. His mind was on how the Bai Corporation could rise again after today. He could always find hope in desperate situations; everything would get better.

“Fu Rongjun herself probably didn’t expect the fire to get so big, so fast, that it nearly buried her along with it. In any case, Fu Rongjun’s intention to harm you is as clear as day.” Bai Zhaoliang was still trying to curry favor, but in the next second, he got straight to the point: “Little CEO Cheng, about that matter you just agreed to… the people back home are waiting for this money.”

Cheng Jiqing’s eyes were dark and cold. She didn’t speak.

Instead, it was Bai Xin who spoke up. “I don’t think we’re done talking, are we?”

Bai Zhaoliang paused.

Bai Xin looked at Bai Zhaoliang, a slight tug at her lips as she said airily, “Aren’t you going to talk about how you heartlessly abandoned my mother to save your own skin?”

Bai Zhaoliang’s face turned deathly pale. He subconsciously retorted, “In that kind of situation, even I was panicking. I almost didn’t escape that day either… Little CEO Cheng was there too, she should know better than anyone that just surviving was already a great feat.”

Bai Xin suddenly swept the coffee cup in front of her off the table. The dark brown liquid flowed across the tabletop, as filthy as a puddle of mud.

As Bai Zhaoliang shut his mouth in shock, she said, “All these years, have you truly never been afraid when you wake from a nightmare in the middle of the night?”

She no longer even had the desire to confront him.

A person like this would never admit they were wrong, even on their deathbed.

Bai Zhaoliang was about to say more when he saw Cheng Jiqing unplug the USB drive from the laptop and heard her say, “CEO Bai, thank you for your video. You should go now.”

“I know neither of you wants to see me, I get it. I’ll take the money and go back to Beicheng…” Bai Zhaoliang said with a sycophantic smile. “So, the money…”

Cheng Jiqing grasped Bai Xin’s five tightly clenched fingers, prying her nails away from the edge of her flesh. She looked up and said faintly, “No, you misunderstood. What I mean is, you should go.”

“What?” Bai Zhaoliang finally sensed something was wrong. “Don’t you forget, you signed an agreement!”

Cheng Jiqing nodded. “I did sign an agreement…”

“Then you…”

Bai Zhaoliang was certain the agreement was real, and the seal was real too. He had carefully read the contents, and it had been sent from a law firm.

“Take a closer look at the agreement’s contents,” Cheng Jiqing reminded him. “The paying party.”

Bai Zhaoliang looked down and found the words ‘Lan Qi Financial Department’.

Cheng Jiqing was the behind-the-scenes boss of Lan Qi, what was wrong with that?

“There’s something you might not know. I am indeed Lan Qi’s biggest boss, but I and Lan Qi are separate entities. I own Lan Qi’s capital chain, but the Lan Qi Group is not under my management.”

Bai Zhaoliang was apoplectic. “So…”

Cheng Jiqing said grimly, “For money from the financial department, my seal alone… is invalid.”

In other words, the agreement from just now was nothing but empty words.

“You tricked me!” Bai Zhaoliang shot to his feet, wanting to snatch the computer, but he realized the USB drive was already in Cheng Jiqing’s hand.

This was his last hope. He probably knew by now that Cheng Jiqing wouldn’t help him, and things were over on Fu Rongjun’s side as well… Bai Zhaoliang’s eyes were splitting with rage¹, and he was about to get physical!

Cheng Jiqing pulled Bai Xin away from the chair, guiding her to stand behind her.

She kicked the chair in front of her directly into Bai Zhaoliang’s knees.

With a thud, Bai Zhaoliang fell.

Just then, the private room door opened, and two tall women in black overcoats entered, restraining Bai Zhaoliang without a word.

Bai Zhaoliang, on the floor, yelled, “You, you two set me up! Bai Xin, I’m your biological father, you can’t do this to me!”

Bai Xin stepped out from behind Cheng Jiqing.

She walked up to Bai Zhaoliang, lowered her head, and looked down at him. “Father? Do you know where that plot of land you’ve always wanted is? It’s in my hands.”

The white hair on Bai Zhaoliang’s head trembled with rage as he heard an even heavier thunderclap crash down.

Bai Xin said softly, “Do you know why the Bai Corporation fell to Y2? I did it. Do you know why the Bai Corporation has ended up in its current state? I ruined it.”

Bai Zhaoliang stared at Bai Xin in shock, so angry he couldn’t utter a single word.

“But none of this is enough to quell the hatred in my heart…”

“Don’t be in a hurry. In the days to come, I will make you live like a dog.”

That evening, Cheng Jiqing took Bai Xin to see the Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen.

Before seeing it, one always imagined it would be as wonderful as a fairy tale.

But in their current state of mind, it seemed like nothing more than an ordinary bronze statue.

Neither of them was in the mood to appreciate it. Even if the statue endowed the city with a special spirit, their minds were too preoccupied with more realistic troubles to experience it.

In the end, Cheng Jiqing held Bai Xin’s hand and they walked back along the Langelinie promenade.

“What time is it?”

“Six o’clock. We have enough time,” Cheng Jiqing said.

The airport was very close.

Cheng Jiqing didn’t want to return to Beicheng so quickly, but some things had to be dealt with back there.

Bai Xin stopped walking and hugged Cheng Jiqing.

“I hate them so much.”

Even with Bai Zhaoliang brought so low, it could not repay all that she had lost.

Cheng Jiqing was silent for a moment. Whether it was Bai Zhaoliang or Fu Rongjun, it was nothing more than a case of a single thought turning one into a demon².

People are born with desires; the Seven Deadly Sins³ are all fatal.

What they did were acts of evil from the lowest depths of human nature.

“There’s still Fu Rongjun.”

“Don’t worry. No one will get away.”

They arrived back in Beicheng in the morning.

It was a rare day of good weather, as Beicheng had been gloomy and rainy for the past few days.

For a wealthy matron like Fu Rongjun, a woman who had enjoyed a life of luxury for most of her years, the public release of the video on the USB drive would be a devastating disaster.

This was also why Bai Zhaoliang had held onto the video. Fu Rongjun seemed arrogant, but her weakness was very obvious.

The video wasn’t definitive proof of murder, but it was more than enough to keep Fu Rongjun in check.

But for Cheng Jiqing, for Bai Xin, it was far from enough—Fu Rongjun had to go to prison.

However, the current evidence was insufficient. They still needed to find the servant who had cooperated with her.

Cheng Jiqing didn’t hand the USB drive directly to the Special Management Office—to be precise, she hadn’t had the chance. Because before that, she received an unexpected phone call.

It was from that shareholder of the Cheng Corporation with the surname Liu.

The meeting place was the restaurant in the Cheng Corporation building.

The woman was wearing a gray overcoat, her spirits much better than the last time they met at the cemetery.

At a window seat, Auntie Liu ordered a strawberry cake for her.

“I remember you loved sweets like this when you were little. Sometimes when you went on business trips with your mother, if she saw a delicate little cake in another city, she would always have to bring one back for you.”

Cheng Jiqing smiled politely, scooped a small bite with her spoon, and put it in her mouth. “It’s delicious.”

If Cheng Lan were still alive, the original owner of this body would probably have lived a very happy life.

“When your mother was sick in the hospital, she was always worrying, saying that Chengcheng’s personality was soft and that she would probably have a hard life after she was gone. She was worried about you right up until she passed away.”

“I know…” Cheng Jiqing said. She regretted that she had never met the real Cheng Lan.

But she was also lucky to have seen her photo.

She was a very beautiful and dignified woman.

Cheng Jiqing was drawn into a low mood by the sorrowful tone.

“Auntie Liu, is there something you wanted to see me about today?”

The woman looked at her, a maternal love in her expression. “I saw the news online and only then did I realize that Little CEO Cheng is so capable, so visionary. The fact that you could take over Lan Qi is enough to prove you have the ability to manage a company…”

Cheng Jiqing was taken aback. The woman continued, “Your mother had very high hopes for you. Although Cheng Jing is also doing very well now, it was your mother’s wish for you to take control of the company. To be honest, I never thought much of you all these years, feeling that your heart wasn’t in it, but now it’s different. Little CEO Cheng, I want to ask you again, are you willing to take over the company? If you are, I will help you.”

This wasn’t the first time the woman had brought this up.

No matter how slow Cheng Jiqing was, she sensed something, like a kind of hint.

It was like when an elder wanted to give her a gift as a child, they would first ask her cryptically, do you want it?

This time, Cheng Jiqing didn’t refuse directly. Her eyes shifted, and she said, “Even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be that easy. My mother wouldn’t agree.”

“I said, as long as you want to, I will help you.”

The woman said with certainty, “As for the other problems, they are not problems. Fu Rongjun, even less so.”

Clearly, she didn’t see Fu Rongjun as a threat.

Cheng Jiqing now understood. She said, she wanted to.

That afternoon.

Cheng Jiqing sat in the Cheng Corporation’s restaurant and made a call to Fu Rongjun.

She then got up and walked step by step to the elevator. The elevator ascended, all the way to the top floor.

For the next half hour, she and Cheng Jing sat in their respective offices in silence.

Until news of Fu Rongjun’s arrival came.

Cheng Jiqing stood up from the sofa. The black tea on the table had already cooled. She glanced at Cheng Jing and asked, “Are you going?”

Cheng Jing turned her head, a deeply strained smile on her face, as if she had suddenly become listless. She shook her head.

Cheng Jiqing pressed her lips together, not knowing what to say. After looking at Cheng Jing in silence for a few seconds, she turned and walked out of the office.

The door closed.

Cheng Jing closed her eyes. The top floor was filled with light, the sun blazing like a torch.

She remembered the first time Fu Rongjun brought her here. Cheng Lan had been sitting at the desk, holding Cheng Jiqing in her lap. She had knocked over the tea.

Fu Rongjun scolded her for being careless, grabbed her hand, and used a handkerchief to wipe it.

Cheng Lan asked her, “Does it hurt?”

Cheng Jiqing said, “Big sister is a little dummy.”

Then, they all laughed.

It had been a sunny day just like this one.

Their family, to think they also had times when they laughed.

But her mother, how could she have laid a hand on Cheng Jiqing…

Why on earth do people become like this?

Cheng Jing opened her eyes, stung by the light from outside the window, so seared she nearly went blind.

The vast conference room.

Cheng Jiqing sat at the head of the table, leaning back in the leather chair, her expression silent and cold. When Fu Rongjun arrived, Cheng Jiqing was looking down at Weibo on her phone.

Someone had posted about Bai Xin and Qin Yufu having been married.

The words were not very pleasant.

Cheng Jiqing’s features were not gentle to begin with, and seeing this, the atmosphere around her was naturally not good.

When Fu Rongjun entered, she was truly dazed for a moment.

Every time she saw Cheng Jiqing’s face, with its several points of resemblance to Cheng Lan, it stirred up turmoil in her heart.

Since when had it started? She hated seeing Cheng Jiqing, with this face, call her ‘Mama’ with a beaming smile.

Fu Rongjun was still dressed in her plain, Buddhist-style attire, a string of prayer beads around her neck, but the Red Sandalwood⁴ bracelet on her wrist had been changed—the previous one had been snapped in a fit of desperation when pressured by Bai Zhaoliang a few days ago.

Unlike the last few times, when Fu Rongjun entered and looked at Cheng Jiqing, she surprisingly lacked her usual aggressive demeanor.

Cheng Jiqing looked up at her. “I sent a short clip of the video to Madam Fu. What? You have nothing to say?”

After a moment, Fu Rongjun mumbled, “If you want to believe the video, there’s nothing I can do. Even if you hand it over to the police, it won’t count as much evidence.”

A soft laugh from Cheng Jiqing echoed in the conference room.

“People never shed a tear until they see the coffin, it really is true… But how can you be so sure that I won’t be able to find the servant who helped you set the fire?”

Fu Rongjun froze, her face ugly, but she still denied it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Cheng Jiqing: “Don’t be nervous. I haven’t found them yet. When it comes to finding people, the police are still the fastest.”

“You’re right, strictly speaking, the video doesn’t count as evidence. But if that servant is found, it’s a different story. Fu Rongjun, aren’t you scared too? Something even Bai Zhaoliang knows, and you’re still putting on an act in front of me? You’re not young anymore, what are you pretending for?”

Cheng Jiqing was usually polite and proper, but she couldn’t always maintain her composure.

Fu Rongjun clenched her fists. “What exactly are you trying to do? Threaten me like Bai Zhaoliang?” She paused. “Or… do you want the Cheng Corporation?! Your goal really is the Cheng Corporation…”

Cheng Jiqing: “…You and Bai Zhaoliang shouldn’t be allies. You should marry him.”

A pair of ‘lovebirds’.

To think that’s what she’s still thinking about at a time like this.

Fu Rongjun: “You!”

Slap—

Cheng Jiqing threw the file in front of her across the long table, and it landed in front of Fu Rongjun.

“There’s something I hear you’ve been very worried about. Weren’t you afraid that Cheng Lan had a second will…” Cheng Jiqing leaned back in her chair and said grimly, “Congratulations. Your nightmare has come true.”

Hearing the word ‘will’, Fu Rongjun’s expression had already changed drastically. She picked up the file, suspicious and uneasy.

Seeing the contents of the photocopy, her mind went completely blank.

Cheng Jiqing said, “The first will my mother left placed most of the shares under your name, but now, these shares… no longer belong to you.”

This was the gift Auntie Liu had given her.

Cheng Lan’s second will.

Back then, Cheng Lan had left the first will because the original owner of this body was young. She had seen through Fu Rongjun’s ambition and was afraid that after she passed away, the original owner would be bullied by Fu Rongjun all alone.

So she left two wills in total.

The first one left 40% of the shares to Fu Rongjun, but only 5% to the original owner, and gave the company to Cheng Jing.

But the second one…

“She left you nothing.”

“Impossible!” Fu Rongjun clutched the document, incredulous. “How could she leave me nothing!! This is fake! I don’t believe it!”

All these years, her only goal was to get the Cheng Corporation. The Cheng Corporation was Cheng Lan’s lifeblood, and she wanted Cheng Lan to see that in the end, the Cheng Corporation would be in her hands and the hands of the daughter Cheng Lan looked down on.

And Cheng Lan’s daughter with another person could only live under her thumb!

Cheng Jiqing looked at Fu Rongjun’s extreme expression. “It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. This will is going to be executed very soon.”

She had looked up the laws of the ABO world; even after so many years, this will was still valid.

“Also, I don’t want to threaten you. I’m telling you clearly, I want you to spend the rest of your life in Beicheng on your knees. I’ve already called the police. The video and Bai Zhaoliang’s recording have been handed over to the Special Management Office. By this time… the police should be arriving downstairs.”

Fu Rongjun staggered back a few steps and collapsed into a chair.

Cheng Jiqing glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window. “You will be taken away by the police from the Cheng Corporation building, under the watchful eyes of everyone.”

“If it weren’t for you, Bai Xin’s mother wouldn’t have died. If it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have died.”

If not for that fire, Lu Man wouldn’t have died, Bai Xin wouldn’t have lived like this, wouldn’t have suffered so much.

If not for that fire, the original owner’s nightmare would never have begun.

“You can have a taste of losing everything, too. I will make you lose all the glory you now possess, lose your face, lose your dignity. You will become a topic of ridicule for everyone, the laughingstock of Beicheng, and the subject of after tea, and rice⁵. And, I will find my biological mother’s gravestone and have her buried together with Mother Cheng Lan.”

Everything you are afraid of will come true.

Fu Rongjun couldn’t accept it. Her eyes were red, and her dignified appearance from when she arrived seemed to twist into a snarl in an instant.

“You, you… you dare…”

“Don’t think about the humiliation, don’t think about how you can’t accept it and want to die.” Cheng Jiqing knew her words at this moment were perhaps overly vicious, but she didn’t hold back. She said, “If you don’t want Cheng Jing to lose everything, just like you…”

Fu Rongjun’s entire body trembled.

This was a clear threat.

Fu Rongjun loved money and power, and her desire to obtain the Cheng Corporation had become extreme. To get the company, to put Cheng Jing on the throne as its leader, Fu Rongjun dared to do anything.

She had even committed arson.

But afterward, even when Cheng Jing repeatedly resisted her, Fu Rongjun never forcefully took control of the company.

Her lack of ability was one reason, and her inability to control the company was another, but she did have 40% of the shares. Even if she couldn’t transfer them all out, she shouldn’t have been unable to produce the few hundred million that Bai Zhaoliang wanted.

From this point of view, Fu Rongjun didn’t want to destroy the Cheng Corporation. Or rather, she truly saw the company as Cheng Jing’s property, and thus never thought of using it against Cheng Jing.

As hateful as Fu Rongjun was, she still possessed the sentiment that even a vicious tiger does not eat its own cubs⁶.

No, that’s not it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jiqing gave a cold laugh. She stood up from her chair and slowly walked over.

Seeing Fu Rongjun on the verge of collapse, unable to stand, she averted her gaze and walked out.

After a few steps, she stopped at the door.

And asked, for no apparent reason.

“Do you still remember what I looked like the first time I called you Mama?”

Behind her, Fu Rongjun, for some reason, suddenly fell from her chair to the floor.

A loud crash.

Like something had collapsed.

Cheng Jiqing said.

“You’d better not remember. You’re not worthy.”

The top-floor office was as dark as night.

The door was closed, the curtains drawn.

The office’s soundproofing was excellent. Even with police sirens just downstairs, once everything was closed off, nothing could be heard.

Cheng Jing lay on her side on the sofa. Cheng Jiqing had come by, but she hadn’t seen her. She didn’t know what to say.

Her emotions were a complex mess, like a great dyeing vat; guilt and pain entangled her.

The ashtray on the table was filled with a pile of burnt-out cigarette butts.

There was also a copy of the will that Cheng Jiqing had sent over.

In Cheng Lan’s second will.

Not a single cent was left to Fu Rongjun. Instead, the shares were split in half, one half for her and one half for Cheng Jiqing…

Cheng Jing faced the sofa, her body curled up slightly, her long, straight legs in their suit trousers bent uncomfortably.

She was buried in the darkness.

For a moment, she couldn’t get up.

When Cheng Jiqing got downstairs, a sudden touch of cold landed on her cheek.

She tilted her head up and was surprised to find that she could see a few snowflakes on this sunny day.

It was a rare sun shower of snow.

It was very, very small. She held out her hand to catch it, and it melted in the blink of an eye, as if it had never been there.

Cheng Jing needed some time to adjust.

She believed Cheng Jing could get through it.

The snowflake was cool in her palm, and Cheng Jiqing suddenly missed Bai Xin.

She took her phone from her pocket. Almost as soon as she did, the screen lit up.

Seeing the familiar name, all the gloom from inside that building instantly vanished into thin air. She curved her lips and answered.

“Hello?”

“Is it over?”

“Mhm, it’s over.” Cheng Jiqing squeezed her scarf. “Where are you?”

“Guess.”

Cheng Jiqing was silent for two seconds, then coaxed, “Hurry up and tell me, I miss you.”

As her words fell, she heard a low laugh.

Then a car horn sounded, both from beside her and from her phone.

She paused, looking toward the side of the road.

Bai Xin said, “Turn around.”

Cheng Jiqing did as she was told and turned around.

Amidst the flourishing shadows of buildings and the bluestone-paved road, Bai Xin stood a few meters away in a black overcoat. Her scarf was white, covering the lower half of her chin. Her hair was scattered over her shoulders, swaying back and forth in the wind.

Bai Xin tilted her head and curled her lips into a smile.

She was about to walk over.

But then, the person opposite her ran toward her.

Cold air mixed with a fragrant scent crashed into her arms, and Cheng Jiqing’s heart felt like it was overflowing.

She hugged the person tightly, lifting her waist off the ground.

When she set her down, Bai Xin let out a barely audible hiss.

Cheng Jiqing frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“My ankle cramped a little.” It seemed to have seized up when she ran over.

“…”

Cheng Jiqing bent down, her fingers probing inside the short boot, and squeezed that bony ankle. “Does it hurt?”

Bai Xin looked down at Cheng Jiqing’s serious expression and shook her head.

“Out on the street, isn’t Little CEO Cheng afraid people will laugh at you?” Bai Xin teased.

Cheng Jiqing rolled her eyes. “I’m checking if my wife is hurt. Who cares about them?”

Bai Xin raised an eyebrow and said nothing more.

Cheng Jiqing stood up, looked at Bai Xin’s face, then lowered her head and asked with a smile, “Honestly, when I said that just now, did you feel pretty good?”

“None of your business.”

Bai Xin made a move to poke Cheng Jiqing in the chest.

Cheng Jiqing caught that bold hand, put it in her pocket, and said, “So I won’t bother in the future?”

Bai Xin: “You dare not to.”

Cheng Jiqing laughed. Now her mood was truly light. She gazed at that fair, smooth cheek, then at the color of her lips, and felt an itch in her heart.

Bai Xin’s heat was almost over, but this time, because they were busy dealing with all sorts of problems, it hadn’t been as indulgent as before.

Bai Xin was holding back, and she was actually holding back too.

It was probably because most of their troubles were now gone, giving rise to the feeling that ‘a full stomach gives rise to lustful thoughts⁷’.

Their eyes met, their thoughts clear to each other.

Cheng Jiqing lowered her head and stole a kiss.

“Let’s go home.”

Cheng Jiqing went to take Bai Xin’s hand.

“Does it really not hurt?”

“It hurts.”

The answer was too quick, giving the game away.

But Cheng Jiqing didn’t expose her, and Bai Xin knew that Cheng Jiqing was deliberately not exposing her.

Bai Xin’s vision darkened as Cheng Jiqing suddenly turned her back and crouched down in front of her.

“…”

Cheng Jiqing said, “Come on.”

Bai Xin’s hesitation was nearly nonexistent. Her body settled onto Cheng Jiqing’s back, her arms wrapping around Cheng Jiqing’s neck, and then she was lifted up.

She had never liked the feeling of being suspended in the air.

But now, it was a sense of security she had never felt before.

Bai Xin’s cheek pressed against Cheng Jiqing’s ear, her voice charming. “Cheng Jiqing, I did feel pretty good just now.”

Cheng Jiqing let out a chuckle.

This ambiguous statement made her throat dry again.

She said, “I know.”

Her steps quickened on the way home.

Bai Xin hugged Cheng Jiqing’s neck and saw snowflakes landing on Cheng Jiqing’s hair. They were tiny little dots that melted quickly. But when the light hit them, they sparkled.

It gave off the feeling of being ‘white-headed all the way’. [LP: This is a play on words. The literal meaning is “white-headed” from the snow. The idiomatic meaning of “白头” (báitóu) is to grow old together, as in the phrase “白头偕老” (báitóuxiélǎo), to live together until your hair turns white.]

Cheng Jiqing carried Bai Xin on her back.

Walking on the wide, paved roads of Beicheng.

Onward.

White-headed all the way.

This strange sun shower of snow was also the last snow of the winter in Beicheng.

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