Jiang Ruan turned her head, attracted by the fireworks, which were particularly splendid, illuminating the entire sky. She turned back and was embraced by the man while dancing. Her soft voice sounded: "It used to always start at midnight every year, but this year it's a bit late."
Bao Ye listened and responded calmly, "Hmm, maybe they got the time wrong."
A smile flickered in Jiang Ruan's eyes. How could it be late? Thinking about what happened just now, Jiang Ruan connected the dots and there was nothing she couldn't figure out.
"Bao Ye, I feel like you've changed."
Bao Ye raised an eyebrow, looking down at her calm and deep black eyes, revealing no true emotions. "Why?"
Jiang Ruan's red lips curved up as she leaned into his arms, dancing with him: "You used to rarely put effort into doing these romantic things with me. Anything that could be bought with money, you would just give to me directly. What I received were always cold jewelry and bags, but now it's different."
