On the first day of the New Year, a light rain was falling.
Inside the bedroom of Cloud Sea Residence, Lu Ran listened to the patter of the raindrops, opening his drowsy eyes.
Beside him was the long and rhythmic breathing of the person next to him, soft, yet it did not escape his ears.
It made Lu Ran feel extremely at ease.
Lu Ran slightly turned his head, looking through the carved wooden window not far away at the swaying Immortal Jasmine tree in the rain.
The weather was uncooperative, the New Year's Eve bonfire party was held under the drizzle, but it did not dampen everyone's spirits.
The disciples of the Ran Sect celebrated on the open ground outside the Council Hall, grateful to have safely passed another year.
Lu Ran and the others gathered a tall bonfire in the backyard of Cloud Sea Residence.
This was his second New Year's Eve on Holy Spirit Mountain, more perfect than the last.
Because he had his childhood friends by his side, and the lovely Little Yuanxi.
