Staying Up For The New Year

The dazzling fireworks bloomed in the dark night sky, reflecting the two figures hugging each other on the ground.

He Miao had never seen fireworks at such a close distance. As she hugged the man who had surprised her, her eyes and heart were filled with joy.

The two of them played until late at night before they returned to the house hand in hand.

In the dining room, the aroma of dumplings filled the air. He Miao offered to help carry the bowls and cutleries, but Jing Yan pulled her to the sofa and personally poured her a glass of hot milk.

The warm cup was wrapped in the cold palm of his hand, and He Miao realized that her hands had long been red from the cold.

"Just let them do what they need to do. You sit here and warm yourself up. I'll go upstairs and call Grandpa down for dinner." Jing Yan covered He Miao's legs with a blanket, then turned to go upstairs.