One o'clock in the morning.
The ground in the entire village was strewn with firecracker remnants, while booms and bangs continued resonating in the air. Fireworks decorated the sky up above and red lanterns were hanging on each house. One could get a vague sense of how lively the scene was not too long ago.
At the entrance to their home.
Everyone stared at Ye Lingchen, who was standing at the doorway.
The relatives were very worried about Ye Lingchen, and as a result, everyone stayed put and discussed ways to deal with the situation.
"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, I'm back."
Ye Lingchen's voice snapped everyone back to their senses.
"Little Ye, why are you back?" a woman in her forties asked in surprise.
"Auntie," Ye Lingchen greeted with a smile.
