Another cluster of fireworks bloomed in the sky, and through the courtyard wall, Ye Jin heard the sound of children laughing happily.
Ye Jin listened to the carefree laughter and chuckled. He subconsciously shifted his gaze to the side, but saw Qin Lang staring at him in ecstasy.
There seemed to be a bunch of fireworks blooming in those eyes.
After one flower withered, the night sky returned to its original darkness.
"You asked me before if I hate you?"
"Like..."
"But I like it like this..."
The moist touch between the lips was so unfamiliar that the breath in the chest was held back for a few breaths, and the repeated rubbings were carried out with forbearing force. The sky suddenly disappeared, the air was filled with smoke, and there were bursts of joy from the children in the yard as the fireworks bloomed.
Recalling this incident many years later, the first thing my brain reacted to was the brilliant display of fireworks blooming in the sky. If it can be described, it seemed that such a chemical reaction had occurred in his heart at that time, and he penetrated into the brightness in the sky amidst the smell of gunpowder.
A sense of... Belonging.