"Who called the police?" Qianqian clutched her rapidly rising and falling chest, looking back with a face full of fear.
"I don't know." Song Xiyun looked equally nervous.
"We weren't supposed to set off any fireworks." Jiang Nian was calm, the streetlamp's light flickering on his face.
The night scene by the roadside retreated, wind whisking past.
"It's fine, they won't catch us."
Qianqian: "...."
The night market was chaotic, with numerous stalls selling snacks. There were also lantern vendors, though the meaning was unclear.
Everyone was tired from strolling around, returning home only after eleven.
In Qianqian's living room, Jiang Nian watched TV. Qianqian went for a shower, and Xiao Song was in the room.
In a daze, it felt like returning to the past.
After a while.
Qianqian emerged from the bathroom, seeing his relaxed demeanor. She was speechless, frowning in dissatisfaction.
"Why are you still here?"
