The New Year's Eve dinner ended strangely that day; after wrapping up quickly, Jiang Yan took Wang Miaomiao home.
The night in Beijing was ablaze with lights, especially since it was New Year's Eve.
Wang Miaomiao gazed out the car window at the sky, where fireworks burst and faded, one after another, colorful and lively, a real spectacle.
This is the bustling prosperity of a big city.
Seeing that she seemed to really like it, Jiang Yan suggested, "Shall we go buy some fireworks to set off at home?"
Wang Miaomiao shook her head immediately, "No need, watching from afar is enough, there's no need to waste money like that."
Jiang Yan felt a bit regretful; if he had known she would like it, he would have prepared some. Buying them now seemed to hold a different meaning, especially since she declined.
Back at their small apartment, Wang Miaomiao had just changed into her slippers and hadn't even stood up when she was suddenly embraced and pressed against the door.
