In the sky filled with fireworks, the light rose precariously higher into the night.
"Don't you ask me what I wrote?" I looked at him with a smile.
"What?"
"Jiang Yuan is safe every year."
"Then... Everything went well for Youan?"
Thinking about it later, well, thanks to his blessing, everything I did later went smoothly.
In fact, I have many wishes, but in the end, they are just the old wishes I had many years ago.
May he always be safe.
PS: 1. Write in the first person.
2. This is a short story, not all about love, and the writing style is limited. Please read it for fun.
3. There are private facilities inside.
Purpose: I want to write a heartwarming story