Xia Siyu softly hummed an "Mm," and just at that moment, a firework seemed to burst in the distance. A massive bouquet rose into the night sky, illuminating the entire darkness.
The fireworks brightened the night sky and lit up the faces of those watching them.
Xia Siyu didn't respond to him with words, but she reached out her hand, gently brushing the hair against her shoulder and softly ruffling it.
The two of them stood there, unsure for how long, before the sudden noise of firecrackers erupted around them. Bo Yan lowered his head to check the time—it was already eleven o'clock at night.
The old year was about to be bid farewell, and the new year welcomed. No wonder someone in Yancheng's bustling area decided to break the rules and set off firecrackers.
Bo Yan chuckled and said, "It's almost the new year. Let me wish you a Happy New Year, then."
