Zhongzhou, New Year's Eve!
Fang Lingjun traveled to Zhongzhou to spend New Year's Eve with Fang Chuning, unwilling to stay in the Capital City. Fang Chuning accompanied her to see the lanterns in town. The lanterns here were no less spectacular compared to those in the Capital City—snow falling from the sky, lanterns filling the streets. Despite the heavy snow, it did not dampen the town's festive spirit for the New Year. Fang Lingjun stood on the city wall, gazing in the direction of the twelve regions.
Across the river lay Jiaozhou, so close, yet separated by an impassable chasm.
Fang Chuning sat on the city wall, playing the flute. He wore a deep blue winter coat embroidered with golden threads, his green hairband fluttering. The sound of the flute stretched long and far, carrying both longing and heartfelt expression. Fang Lingjun's eyes reddened as snowflakes quietly fell upon her shoulders.
