Mingshu and Si Chu walked side by side along the street.
She looked at the grey sky in a daze and suddenly said, "Do you think this plague will be solved before the end of winter this year?"
Si Chu was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "It's hard to say."
He rarely lacked confidence, and this was the first time he had made such an ambiguous statement.
When Mingshu asked the question, she actually knew the answer, so she didn't feel discouraged. She smiled and turned to comfort Si Chu, "Then this year's celebration will certainly be exceptionally memorable."
There were still about three months left until the New Year.
Given the current dire situation in Jincheng, they were afraid they would not be able to return to Shengjing before the New Year.
Counting it out, this was Mingshu's first New Year since she had been here for so long, and it was quite special.