Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze, only to see Pei Yunxi raise her wine glass, a slight curve on her lips, no longer cold and indifferent.
The lure of love, the hero's grave.
No matter how great the achievements, in the face of this scene, one can't help but be swept away.
"Happy New Year."
Jiang Chen also smiled, responding dryly. Although quite romantic, at this moment, he seemed to lose that touch.
Pei Yunxi took a sip of wine.
Just past midnight, aside from the incessant fireworks outside, phones were ringing non-stop.
No sleep tonight.
More than one family keeps watch to welcome the year.
Many people should be sending out New Year wishes texts right at the moment.
"Sorry."
Some messages certainly need to be replied to.
Pei Yunxi didn't interfere. By the time Jiang Chen finished, the bottle of wine next to her was already half-empty.
Just red wine.
This amount isn't much actually.
"Why don't you go rest first."
Jiang Chen said.
