Jun Shiling pulled Xia Wanyuan out and placed her hand in his coat pocket. "Are you cold?"
Xia Wanyuan's dimples appeared. "Cold."
Jun Shiling touched her warm hand and knew that Xia Wanyuan was acting coquettishly again. Jun Shiling did not expose her and hugged her in his arms. Then, he pointed at the sky. "Look."
Xia Wanyuan looked up. The originally dark sky was now filled with fireworks. Fireworks of all shapes bloomed in the sky, illuminating the world.
Fireworks rose into the sky one after another, and heart-shaped fireworks surrounded this place.
"So pretty." Xia Wanyuan turned to look at Jun Shiling.
After looking outside for a while, Jun Shiling pulled Xia Wanyuan into the house. This was an antique building, and the charcoal fire in the house was burning brightly.
"I'm a little sleepy." Xia Wanyuan yawned.
