On New Year's Eve, although Beijing prohibited fireworks and firecrackers, the suburbs still held a grand fireworks display. The New Year arrived, and it was not until after one in the morning that everyone went home.
Taotao was lying on Jiang Yanting's shoulder, clutching a lantern in her hand, already asleep. When Xie Duo was about to carry her, she still clung to Jiang Yanting's neck, unwilling to let go.
"Uncle, can we go out together again next time?" The little girl had just woken up, her voice lazy and endearingly cute.
"Yes, anytime you want."
Jiang Yanting was naturally happier than anyone when his daughter wanted to be close to him.
That tone, extremely tender, actually made Xie Duo feel uncomfortable. The two had known each other for so long, always clashing, but he had never seen him show such an expression.
After returning home, all the elders had gone to sleep, and everyone went upstairs to their rooms.
