Jin Nian quickly covered her head. "Lu An."
Lu An still looked sloppy. He said softly in Cantonese, "Silly girl."
In the background of the Spring Festival Gala, the New Year's Eve dinner began. Jin Nian felt full after a few bites, but she still sat at the dining table and chatted with everyone.
Most of the time, she didn't say anything. She only occasionally looked in Lu An's direction. The light above the dining room was evenly scattered, making the ends of his hair seem to be glowing, and his smooth neck went all the way down to the collar of his white t-shirt.
Jin Nian felt that Lu An was both familiar and unfamiliar. She always thought that she understood him, but she didn't seem to understand him.
There were some things that he did not dare to recall carefully. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he would be sucked in.
