You Are My Little Love Song (148)

It was almost the holidays, and it was also Christmas. The area around the bar was indeed the most lively. There were people everywhere, and young men and women were squeezed together. In the winter, the streetlights extended in a row, and the trees on both sides were bare and clean because of the season.

The music in the bar was deafening, and the lights were ambiguous and dazzling. There were already quite a number of people twisting and turning on the dance floor. There were also quite a number of people sitting in groups of three to five, chatting and playing. Occasionally, their gazes would land on the good-looking men and women in the hall.