Spring Festival is like a small comma; between the blink of an eye, it was soon over.
The veteran members of the Chinese National Table Tennis Team were well accustomed to this rhythm, exchanging wishes for a happy new year before diving back into the routine of closed-door training.
Wang Chuqin offered Shasha the string of prayer beads he had worn for several years. After she brushed it off as a joke, he thought better of it and called Shaoshuai. He sent him some lyrics he had jotted down in his phone's memo app a while ago, asking for help to put together a simple song.
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