Chapter 97

• Zoe turned to look out of the window. It was already December. The new year was coming after half a month. The shops on the street had been decorated with festive stickers.
• The streets were bustling with people, showing the vitality of the city on the cold winter night.
• She said in a low voice, "Over the years, I have often warned myself not to have the will to get something, because once I have the will, I will be very depressed when I lose it."