A Changing Man

Xian Yijun did not even turn around to look at her. They both walked in silence, one in front and one behind. There was a distance between them, as if they were two strangers who had nothing to do with each other.

The snow falling from the sky was so cold that it made people shiver. Although Wei Zhijuan was wearing two coats, she still felt cold. She looked at Xian Yijun's back and suddenly thought of what he had said.

In these two years, he no longer worked in the Land Bureau?

She thought that he had at least been promoted. It was only a matter of time before he became the director of the bureau.

She also thought that the two of them would never interact again. In the future, whether she became a famous pianist or an ordinary piano performer or a musician at the various galas, she would have nothing more to do with him, a famous politician.

But he seemed to have changed.

Where did he change?

She couldn't tell.