At night, Lu Mian lay sprawled at the foot of her bed, letting her head hang down, intentionally allowing that congested feeling to flood her body.
She tossed her cell phone from hand to hand, again and again, each time faster and more irritated.
Until the phone "dinged" with a notification.
She rapidly caught it mid-air and unlocked it.
It was from their small group of five, Yuren wishing everyone a Happy New Year.
Lu Mian's expression stiffened for a moment.
She casually replied, "Happy New Year."
The other few also lined up to respond in the chat, even Sikong Jian, who rarely engaged, responded to everyone this time.
The small group immediately became lively.
Yuren even sent a generous red envelope, which was snatched up by Sikong Jian, who got the best luck.
Lu Mian smiled faintly, feeling a bit warmer inside.
