This year's first snow fell on New Year's Eve.
Snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, and within less than two hours, a layer of snow had accumulated on the ground, blanketing the world in a vast expanse of silver.
Fireworks burst in the distance, casting red and green flashes on the snow, a dazzling display.
It was as beautiful as a dream.
In the living room of the Mu Family's old house, a fireplace crackled gently. Compared to the swirling snow outside, the warmth inside felt like being nestled in a blanket.
After dinner, the Spring Festival Gala played on the TV. Everyone sat in the living room, drinking tea and playing chess, while the children played together, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Although Mr. and Mrs. Mu's attitude toward Lu Yao remained indifferent, it was much better than the coldness they showed before.
In the entire living room, the only ones who remained silent were Mu Jin Huan and Lu Yao.
