Even if they knew that the moment the doors opened, only shambles awaited them, if they didn't optimistically believe in the 1% possibility, then they may not even have the courage to wait till the doors opened.
"It's New Year, let's not talk about something so depressing," Jiang Chen hugged her around the waist and said gently.
"Mhmm." Sun Jiao buried her head embarrassedly to cover her blushed face as the sternness in her eyes were washed away.
"Speaking of this, what would you do during New Year on your side?" To get rid of the somber atmosphere, she forcibly changed the topic.
"I would usually spend it with my parents." When Jiang Chen said that, he felt melancholic.
Unfortunately, he didn't know what kind of identity he would use when he heads home now. At least this New Year, he probably wouldn't have the opportunity to visit them.
"Do you miss home?" Sun Jiao detected the strangeness in Jiang Chen's eyes as she asked caringly.
