Zeng Xuerou also told Xiao Xian about the responses to her post on the forum, and instructed her to wait for good news in the next few days.
The phone call to Zhang Yiyi, on the other hand, seemed somewhat comical. After the phone had rung several times and just as Xiao Xian was about to hang up, Zhang Yiyi's ethereal voice drifted from the other end, "Hello, Xiao Xian? You're up already? So early."
Xiao Xian held back her laughter and said "It's still midnight. Happy New Year," before quickly ending the call. One could imagine Zhang Yiyi's stupefied expression on the other end of the line.
After hanging up, the living room had quieted down. The clock had pointed to midnight. Xiao Xian sat on the sofa with her knees hugged to her chest, watching the New Year fireworks slowly rise outside the window, a burst of red and a streak of green painting the black sky with celebratory colors.
