However, it was not an illusion.
That was because the message and photo that Sang Qianqian had sent was currently sitting quietly in his chat box.
Shen Hanyu wanted to ask where she was, but he received several more messages.
[There's a Christmas firework show in the city square tonight. Unfortunately, I'm too far away and can't see it clearly.]
[From my point of view, it's like a lonely meteor passing by.]
[Brother called me. I told him that even if I can't watch the fireworks show, watching something similar to a shooting star was good enough.]
[In the end, my brother said sarcastically, "Not bad, you're really a good child who knows how to deceive yourself by finding joy in hardship."]
[How infuriating. He really is my brother.]
The corners of Shen Hanyu's lips curled up slightly. His eyes softened when he imagined the girl's angry look at the moment.
