Ji Yuanxiu's finger bones turned white, and the gray coat under his fingertips wrinkled with lines of sweat. She took a breath of white breath and began to turn over the white board in her hand, with lines of beautiful handwriting on it: "Please listen to me," "Although my feet are still trembling, I can't say this to you personally," "But no matter how you answer," "I fell in love with you from the first second I got along with you." "Happy New Year!" As soon as the words were said, "Bang -", the fireworks bloomed and then disappeared. "Jing Yunheng, I love you." The weak voice disappeared in the noisy noise, and no one heard it.