Cold Night Fireworks

A flat-screen TV hung high on the wall inside Cold Night Fireworks, broadcasting the evening news.

Jiang Ning used mana to slightly lower the TV's volume.

Good times always passed quickly. Guo Ran went to the counter to pay the bill. It came to twenty-five yuan, quite cheap.

When they stepped outside, the sky had already gone completely dark.

With her bag hooked over her arm, Guo Ran walked to Jiang Ning's side. Cars rolled slowly down the street, their headlights intertwining with the streetlamps to form streams of shifting light and shadow.

Those lights occasionally fell across her face, lending her an unreal, dreamlike beauty.

"This is nice," she said, then asked, "Are you going home?"

Jiang Ning looked toward the road outside. "Let's take a walk."

"Okay." Guo Ran's mood suddenly brightened.

Her home was not in Yuzhou, so she had no friends here. She had no classes tonight. If she went back to her place now, all she could do was read or binge some shows.

One of the flowers she had painstakingly raised had even frozen to death...

What Jiang Ning was thinking was that it had been a long time since he had been alone with Teacher Guo. He had once thought Guo Ran was a mature older sister who could solve many problems, someone truly capable.

But now, in his eyes, Guo Ran was merely a twenty-two-year-old young woman. She was not as mature as she seemed. She could be lost, melancholy, unable to find the road ahead.

She was also struggling alone in a foreign city. He had experienced that feeling himself, so he decided to keep her company.

"Aren't you taking the electric bike?" Guo Ran asked. She gently breathed out, and her breath became a cloud of white mist, especially visible