The new year was half an hour away.
Mo Xingyuan had been sitting out here for a long time, and Su Li was starting to worry.
“You should go to bed.”
“You talk too much.” Mo Xingyuan brushed off her concern.
Su Li wrinkled her nose at him, then after a moment, she rose and went back inside.
When she returned, she was holding a woolen blanket, which she draped over Mo Xingyuan’s shoulders from behind
















