Yang Gang grew up in the mountains, where there was no Christmas.
He experienced his first Christmas seven years ago, when he was thirteen and hadn't yet ventured far from home.
The girl who was with him was named Gu Xiaorou.
On Christmas Eve, she held Yang Gang's hand, and the two sneakily ran down to the small town at the foot of the mountain.
There was a Christian church in the town that held prayer and charity fundraising activities every Christmas Eve.
Of course, the two of them did not go to donate money, nor did they have any to donate. They went for the charity banquet.
There were guards at the gate, and Yang Gang was ready to chicken out. But Gu Xiaorou took Yang Gang's hand and confidently followed a middle-aged couple.
Her long dress fluttered, her hair flew in the wind, and her expression was tranquil. Her demeanor was elegant and luxurious, like a princess in a fairytale castle.