Jiang Ruan looked up.
The colorful view outside the window cast a soft glow on her face. Meeting the man's deep, serene gaze, she smiled gently.
She reached up to touch Fu Chi's neck.
She rubbed her nose against his high-profiled one, "Happy New Year, Mr. Fu, to our first year together."
This was their first year together, but she looked forward to the second year, the fifth year, the tenth year, wanting to spend a long time with him.
Fu Chi did not say a word.
He just held her in his arms.
Their first year...
Had passed.
...
On New Year's Eve, the city was draped in a ceaseless glow from the lights of thousands of homes, snaking beneath the stars.
Little snowflakes drifted through the air, sprinkling all around.
The airport.
Shi Tingbai was at the arrivals gate.
He had been busy all day without eating or drinking. His lips split open, revealing a slight tinge of blood. His complexion was sullen and extremely haggard.
