However, what they didn't know was that at this moment upstairs, Jian Yi and Mo Xunxun were already awake, but the two of them just held each other without moving.
Mo Xunxun leaned against Jian Yi's chest and softly said, "Have we finally left those days behind?"
Before dawn fully broke, Mo Xunxun was startled awake by the sound of firecrackers outside. She had always been apprehensive of this sound from the bottom of her heart. It frightened her. On the border, she had heard too much of this sound, witnessed too many people falling after these sounds. In her mind, this sound represented death and blood.
Mo Xunxun shivered for a while before slowly realizing that it wasn't the gunfire she heard every day on the border. It was the sound of firecrackers, welcoming the New Year, celebrating the festival; it was the people of this city welcoming the New Year with their sounds.
This wasn't death; it was reunion, beauty, hope.
