February 2, 2025, 8 PM.
It was the third day of the Chinese New Year, and the whole city was enveloped in an atmosphere of family reunion. Shen Yuan slightly opened the window, and cold wind instantly poured into the room, mixed with the faintly acrid smell of fireworks.
Outside the window were the sounds of fireworks and firecrackers resounding. The garden was filled with festive red lanterns.
This was the temperature of the New Year, and also the scent of the New Year.
Shen Yuan shivered, and a displeased voice immediately came from behind.
"Shen Yuan, close the window quickly, do you want to freeze us to death?"
The talker was Lih Meng. She wore a form-fitting off-white turtleneck sweater that accentuated her shapely figure, sitting on the sofa with her ponytail and slightly furrowed brows.
Sitting next to her, Loo Zhen chided, "Mengmeng, how are you talking to your brother-in-law?"
Lih Meng pouted, "How am I not speaking nicely?"
