"Auntie Grace, Auntie Grace, come on! Come play with us!"
Seeing Grace Winslow and Archer Rhys at the door, Ryan Winslow and the other children ran over with smiles, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside.
Grace Winslow found herself surrounded by a gaggle of children as snowflakes began to drift down. The clock struck twelve, heralding the arrival of a new year.
Households everywhere began setting off firecrackers, welcoming the new year and new hope amidst the festive crackle.
This year, there was a Spring Festival Gala. After dinner, many people gathered in front of their televisions to watch it.
Everything was heading in the best possible direction.
Grace Winslow looked at Archer Rhys. In the lamplight, his face seemed somewhat indistinct.
She waved at him, and he waved back in response.
Fireworks burst in the distance, illuminating half the sky over the Forbidden City.
