After dinner, Cheng Lichuan and Wang Sisi went for a walk downstairs, while Gu Jiahui leaned against the balcony, looking somewhat thoughtful.
The sky was clear, with a crescent moon rising amidst the scattered stars.
The air was crisp and cold, with not a breath of wind.
Sheng Tang, wearing a coat, walked over and asked Gu Jiahui, "How was your New Year?"
Gu Jiahui, however, took out a cigarette: "Want one?"
Sheng Tang steered clear of any addictive habits. She shook her head and gave Gu Jiahui a warning glance, forbidding him from smoking.
Gu Jiahui put the pack of cigarettes back.
Only then did he seriously answer Sheng Tang's question: "It was quite good, better than previous years, because I stayed at my aunt's house the whole time."
"Isn't your New Year at home good?"
Gu Jiahui chuckled: "Home is never good, at any time."
Sheng Tang: "..."
She hadn't intended to inquire about anything, but hearing Gu Jiahui's words, she felt a complex emotion inside.
