The fireworks over the canyon on New Year's Eve were dazzling. As my teammates made me cry with their insults, top jungler Shen Jin appeared out of nowhere: “She's with me. You don't get to insult her!”
> After carrying the whole team to victory, he sent me a voice-call invitation. His youthful voice was tinged with a roguish laugh: “Hey, little mage, want to add me on WeChat?”
> Milk tea suddenly arrived downstairs at the library, with a note that read, “For the hardworking little mage, to recharge her batteries.”
> As I blushed and put in the straw, a military-plated Jeep rolled through the rain.
> The window slid down. A pine-green epaulet flashed in the cold light, and a man with long, distinct knuckles held out a black umbrella. “Get in.”
> Shen Jin cheered over the phone: “When we meet next year, I'll definitely make you scream!”
> Amid the cedar scent in the back seat, I gripped the umbrella handle, my heart pounding. The officer's Adam's apple had just bobbed in the shadows.
