Fireworks soared into the sky, another year passed.
The room was filled with the fragrance of delicious dishes, with Mother Xu and Liu Rushuang chatting and laughing as they prepared the New Year's Eve dinner.
Xu Musen, on the other hand, was setting off fireworks with Yao Mingyue in the courtyard.
In the courtyard of the villa, bunches of fireworks rose and blossomed into dazzling shapes in the sky.
It only felt like New Year's when the sound of firecrackers filled the air.
The two of them looked up at the continuous blooming fireworks in the sky, not saying much. For them, this has been a day they spent together every year since childhood.
The sulfur smell of gunpowder in the air made Yao Mingyue cough.
Xu Musen glanced sideways, gazing at Yao Mingyue's delicate profile, illuminated intermittently by the fireworks, her fairness almost unnatural.
