Under the fireworks, there were huge crowds of people, and the joy on everyone's faces lit up the whole City A. It was the Spring Festival again.
Soon Wen Huan went up to Foshan alone. There were many people on the way up the mountain. Everyone came to pray for peace and success in the new year and all the best. Wen Hua looked at the people coming and going with a trace of envy in her eyes.
"Wenhua."
A voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned around. Jiang Beishan was wearing a black coat and a scarf around his neck. He looked familiar. Wen Xuyue gave it to him a long time ago.
Jiang Beishan walked towards her. For some reason, Wen Huan felt inexplicably sad. Did everyone have someone to accompany her during this festival, but she didn't? It seems not.
Or is she too lonely? Neither.
"Why are you here?"
"Celebrate the New Year with you."
The wind was very strong tonight, and the sound of the wind almost drowned out his voice. Wen Huan only heard the last two words.
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