The night wind whistled, dyeing the urban night sky a deep ink blue, and the distant sound of New Year's firecrackers echoed from time to time.
Shasha wore a white tracksuit and a black face mask, yet her figure remained easily recognizable. Still, the guards at the security office didn't make things difficult for them—it was New Year's Eve, after all; visiting one's parents was completely normal.
Aren't they all wanderers far from home? Athletes had it tough too, and she had heard that many hadn't been back home for years.
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