The joy of New Year is like fireworks blooming briefly,
quickly vanishing,
followed swiftly by the arrival of a tense and busy period of work and revision.
Xue Yang's life rhythm suddenly accelerated,
his figure moved more frequently through the busy schedule,
making Lin Xi involuntarily recall the time when she first tasted the sweetness of love early last year.
Back then, Xue Yang was also immersed in endless busyness,
early departure and late return became almost routine, and sometimes,
he dragged his weary body back home only at two or three in the morning,
leaving Lin Xi with nothing but longing and endless waiting.
Sometimes, Lin Xi would sink into long waiting,
night as dark as ink, stars scattered, she alone guarding the empty room,
hoping all night for Xue Yang's return.
However, drowsiness quietly crept in eventually,
she slowly sank into slumber in the endless wait.
When the dawn light penetrated the curtains, gently awakening her from sleep,
