As soon as the New Year's bell fell, Zhou Zhirang opened the first gift of the year for Shen Xingxu——
A handful of small fireworks exploded above his head, falling into his hair like broken gold.
She reached out and gently brushed away the sequins stuck to the ends of his hair, spread her palms out and placed them in his palms.
"Shen Xingxu, Happy New Year."
He paused, a smile spreading to the corners of his eyes.
"This is your New Year's jackpot, keep it, and you will count as a winner every year from now on."
The whole night was noisy, but all he could see was the shattered light from his palm, and the person standing in the light.
Purpose: Essay