Fireworks, though beautiful, are always fleeting, and gatherings must end eventually.
Not long after watching the fireworks, Mu Xuechen was already yawning repeatedly in his father's arms.
The little guy was still young and naturally less energetic than the adults, and everyone noticed, rising to take their leave.
Mu Tianye took care of the little one, and the others escorted the guests to the door.
Qin Zhaoyang arranged for a driver to take Ye Qiao and Ji Mo back to the city, while Ning Xiaofei walked Xicheng to the side gate of the estate—which was within walking distance to the estate where Xicheng lived.
As they walked out of the side gate, Xicheng immediately stopped and turned his face toward Ning Xiaofei.
"It's cold outside, go back quickly!"
"Mm!" Ning Xiaofei smiled, pulled her hand from her coat pocket, and extended it in front of him, "Thank you for coming."
Reaching out his palm, gently holding hers, Xicheng said with a smile, "The pleasure is mine!"
