"Let's go back, it's windy outside." Gu Yixuan took off his overcoat and draped it over her shoulders.
Mo Ran turned her head to look at him, and in the night, his gaze was bright, very beautiful.
Perhaps it was the sheer loneliness, or perhaps the desire to spend New Year's Eve with someone, Mo Ran heard herself saying.
"How about we find a place to have New Year's Eve dinner?"
"Sure!" Gu Yixuan eagerly replied, not giving her any chance to change her mind.
Seeing his fervent gaze, an unusual wave of emotion slid through the depths of Mo Ran's heart.
They found a hot pot restaurant and sat in the main hall, ordering lots of dishes to eat. The business was booming, with many people who had no place to celebrate also coming in for a meal.
Gu Yixuan originally wanted a private room, but Mo Ran insisted on sitting in the main hall. Hot pot was the best way to create a passionate atmosphere; the hall was packed with people, each table laughing and chatting merrily.
