In the quiet night, a silver light suddenly flew into the air and exploded with a bang.
The pitch-black night was instantly illuminated. Lin Qingqian glanced over and saw the man who was standing right in front of her. His hands were holding onto the open hem of his coat like a wall blocking the bone-chilling wind from reaching her.
There was no emotion on the man's exquisite face. His deep eyes looked at the fireworks in the night sky.
Lin Qingqian's heart tightened, and a warmth surged from the deepest part of her heart into her limbs and bones. Her throat tightened, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Jiang Yanshen didn't notice her abnormality and asked calmly, "It's already midnight?"
Lin Qingqian glanced at her cell phone. The screen showed 11:57 PM. "There are still three minutes left but some people will set it off in advance."
Jiang Yanshen nodded and looked at her with burning eyes.