Luo Lian hugged her back and patted her: "Okay, Luoluo, you must be happy, you must be happy, you must!"
"I will, we'll both be happy, both be blessed!" Luo Ye said as she let go of her, rushed into the car, afraid she'd be unable to hold back her tears if she stayed any longer.
She could feel Luo Lian's reluctance, Luo Lian's anxiety, if Emma hadn't treated her so poorly, how could she lose her composure at the sight of someone?
However, things would calm down before the year-end, she had to leave.
...
The sound of firecrackers going off sporadically, children playing and laughing, men and women carrying various gift boxes with big smiles, filled the streets of Beijing on the 29th of the twelfth month with the festive vibe.
"Candied hawthorns, candied hawthorns..."
"Stop for a moment."
The vendor's crisp cries incited Luo Ye's appetite, so she instructed the driver, Ye Sheng, to pull over.
