"Shall we continue with the fireworks?" Li Hanzhou suggested.
"Okay," Qiao Yun agreed.
The two crouched on the ground, each holding a sparkler, quietly celebrating the arrival of the new year, silently accompanying each other.
Li Hanzhou, fearing Qiao Yun might be cold, took her back after the display.
"Qiao Yun."
Li Hanzhou called her name, looking into her beautiful eyes, he said slowly, "Next year we'll set off fireworks together again."
He knew that Qiao Yun took promises seriously.
So he made Qiao Yun give him a promise to be by his side next year.
Qiao Yun didn't think too much and nodded upon hearing his words, "Alright, next year I'll take you to set off fireworks."
One turn each was fair.
…
Qiao Yun returned home.
Unexpectedly, she saw a cup of milk on the table.
It hadn't been there when she left.
So, it must have been prepared by someone after she had gone out.
Qiao Yun walked over, reached out to touch the cup, and it was still warm.
