The fireworks feast in the city was still ongoing, with the sound of crackling fireworks overwhelming her ears.
Whether from nervousness or excitement, Fu Weiheng's palm, holding hers, was slightly damp with cold sweat.
He leaned over and embraced her, the deep, rich timbre of his voice unable to conceal its excitement: "Okay."
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January 1st is Su Jingsheng's memorial day.
On the first day of the New Year, the two of them got up very early.
Su Wan always placed great importance on today, and having had a good night's sleep, she naturally woke up earlier.
For Fu Weiheng, this day was also significant.
It was the day Su Wan opened her heart to invite him in, the day he had longed for deep down.
In the morning, the sunlight was still hidden in the morning mist, a vast expanse, the air seemed laced with ice shards, chilling to the bone.
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