Every stage of life has its own significance.
Jiang Fulai always had a clear plan for his life, wanting to show her the beautiful and mysterious side of this world was true, as was his desire to take her to see the snow-capped mountains.
As time stretched on, Jiang Fulai thought, he was not someone who pleased others, but he could not hide it when it came to her.
He hung his head low, blocking the light from the side, casting his profile in a distinct chill, while his usually profound and aloof features now seemed somewhat softer.
Outside the window, someone was setting off fireworks, and a rose-shaped firework blossomed in the sky.
It was rare for this area to have fireworks, and the sudden explosion of fireworks brought many exclamations from below.
Bai Lian looked up, her wrist still casually resting on the windowsill, not seeming too surprised; she had been in this world for over a year, and Jiang He was the first friend she made here.