Although the fireworks had ended, the two of them were not in a hurry to leave and stayed for a while at the top of the mountain.
The winter in the north is quite monotonous; all the eyes can see is large patches of white. Because many firecrackers were set off, the air wasn't very good, filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"Achoo..." Sienna Johnson sneezed.
"Caught a cold?"
Sienna shook her head and rubbed her nose, "No, it's just too cold outside; my nose can't handle it."
"Let's go then."
"Okay."
The two of them, hand in hand, walked down the mountain.
The road was covered in snow, and the sound of firecrackers rose and fell around them. Sienna guessed it must be close to midnight; the new year had arrived again.
"Adrian..."
"Hmm?" Adrian Desmond looked at Sienna, who was smiling. She said, "Happy New Year, Adrian."
"Happy New Year."
Sienna tightened her grip on Adrian's hand, hoping they could have each day like today, year after year.
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