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This year's Huhai isn't particularly cold. On the Bund's riverside, a gentle breeze blows, and the fireworks in the sky are brilliant, just like an old-fashioned camera capturing the moment.
Each burst of fireworks that flickered reflected on their cheeks, and in that light and shadow, Yao Mingyue's expression shifted from unwillingness, to despair, to surprise, and disbelief, her eyes misty with tears...
Just like an old photo imprinted on film.
Xu Musen silently watched her, looking at the girl who was once so high and mighty, proud and willful all her life.
She used to be domineering and unreasonable, with an aggressive brightness in her eyes.
But now, her face was pale, her figure thin, her gaze evasive, and the corners of her eyes red, no longer the radiant self she once was.
The contrast was striking.
Perhaps Yao Mingyue herself could hardly recognize who she was now.
The two of them quietly looked at each other for a long time.
