The sound of firecrackers outside was incessant, everywhere filled with a thick festive atmosphere.
Ji Chicheng took his coat and strode heavily to the front door, not knowing when, snowflakes had started fluttering down outside again.
The moment he saw the fountain in the distance, memories of the opulent scene from when he first arrived in this household couldn't help but flash through his mind.
"Chicheng, look at this fountain, do you like it?"
"Dad had it built especially for you."
"From now on, if you like it, keep it on; if not, turn it off."
Standing on the steps, with snowflakes swirling in the air, a chilling wind blew over, interrupting his thoughts. Glancing again at the fountain, he found it so desolate compared to the scene he had just reminisced,.
There was a feeling of things being the same yet the people having changed.
