Stay a bit longer.
But what's the point?
"However long you stay, you still have to leave," Li Sihe looked around the quiet yet opulent hall, his eyes heavy with weariness and his voice rough and unpleasant. He said, "How can an island where it snows all year round keep the moon of Xiangjiang?"
Li Sihe's gaze, through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the snow outside, seemed to go back to that year.
Bian Yue, at 16, ran towards him.
That was their first New Year's Eve living together.
Wen Jiao, Bian Yue's new friend, had gone to the countryside for the New Year and disappeared.
Bian Yue stayed with him in the quiet hall of the Li Family, watching the dense drizzle outside.
There is no snow in Xiangjiang all year round, but there is always unexpected rain.
Holding a sparkler in her hand, Bian Yue looked out the window with annoyance and dissatisfaction in her voice: "Why is it raining again? We haven't set off fireworks yet!"
