Late December in Lingnan finally turned pleasant, with Christmas elements everywhere on the streets. At night, neon lights lit up, and lovers strolled through the joyous music, creating a festive atmosphere.
A car slowly left the main road and turned into Consulate Street, where the Christmas vibe was even stronger.
In the car, Xiao Ming was wearing a black suit and occasionally twisted his neck, looking quite uncomfortable.
Even after two lifetimes, he still wasn't used to wearing a bow tie and firmly believed the person who invented this thing absolutely had masochistic tendencies. It wasn't enough for them to wear a dog collar; they had to make everyone else follow suit, truly a master of playing with people.
Unfortunately, he hadn't yet reached the level where he could ignore the rules of the world. For formal occasions, he had to conform.
Today wasn't Christmas but the 23rd, a small day of the Heaven's Length Festival.
