Once back in the room, Ye Fanxing settled into Fu Jingyu's embrace, and they both sat by the window, staring at the Christmas tree outside.
The room lights were off, and the lights from the Christmas tree appeared peaceful and immaculate.
Wrapped in Fu Jingyu's arms, Ye Fanxing felt incredibly blessed.
Before turning eighteen, she would have thought that happiness was simply finding good food.
But now, she had a new definition for happiness, that is, having him by her side, being loved and cherished by him—that was what happiness was.
Ye Fanxing found his hand particularly warm. He gripped her hand in his palm and dotes on her, asking, "How was the performance at the Christmas party?"
Upon mentioning that, Ye Fanxing's unhappiness surged, "I didn't perform."
"Why?"