New Year's Eve, Consider Me
編集者: Atlas Studios
The small town's ski resort was high above sea level, and the sunlight was even more dazzling. When it shone indoors, everything lit up with a faint golden layer.
The fireplace was blazing brightly, and sparks were dancing and crackling.
The dining room was on the first floor. It was a small living room with only four tables. It was called a hotel, but it was more like a guesthouse. There were a few European oil paintings, flowers, and candlesticks. It was all very romantic.
Duan Linbai held a knife and a fork and lowered his head to cut the meat, but his eyes were fixed on Huai Sheng the whole time.
Before Huai Sheng ate, he apologized to Buddha. "… Amitabha, I have sinned…"
Duan Linbai let out a light snort. He's deceiving himself.
Fu Chen helped Huai Sheng cut the meat and poured him some milk. The degree of attention made Song Fengwan feel inferior.