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."

"So I know what she meant. ...