Gan Guoyang stood on the court, hitting another three-pointer.
At this moment, through the glass walls, he saw the beautiful fireworks bursting in the sky.
City of Portland was holding the New Year's Eve fireworks display tonight, and the year had stepped into 1991.
In the end, it was Wang Fuxi who knew where her husband had gone to, who squeezed into the gym and dragged him back home.
In the basement, she swiftly wiped off Gan Guoyang's sweat with a towel and changed him into a new set of shirt and suit—custom-made from Kevin Willis's store.
Having put on a tie and tidied up his hair a bit, she led him out of the basement and into the lively living room.
Although they missed midnight, Gan Guoyang's return heightened the party's atmosphere to its peak, and everyone toasted and celebrated once again.
Gan Guoyang embraced his wife and asked her, "Where's our son?"
"Don't worry, he's been lulled to sleep, he's doing great."
"Thank you, you are my rock."
