Humans were the species on Earth that knew best how to enjoy life.
The colder it grew, the more they wanted to take to the streets, so they created all sorts of festivals to gather together and keep warm.
Of the whole year, this stretch of time seemed to be the one people looked forward to most.
Ding Ding used to avoid festivals at all costs. Now, with Bai Congming beside him, he was full of enthusiasm, as though he wanted to make up for all the festivities they had missed before.
They strolled hand in hand through the streets at Christmas and kissed beneath the mistletoe, just like all the other happy people.
They lit a bonfire by the sea on New Year's Eve and, at the moment the new year arrived, released sky lanterns covered in wishes.
At the Beginning of Spring, they spruced up the courtyard, one diligently turning the soil and planting roots while the other, with no interest in gardening, played with mud beside him. He rolled out a misshapen little mud man and insisted that Little Bai call it pretty.
Time flew, but looking back, every step was as sweet as a dream.
On the day Ding Shu married, even the sky, gloomy for so long, cleared. Warm winter sunlight cast a golden glow over a roomful of delighted faces.
"Our aunt looks way too gorgeous!"
Tingxuanji was a Chinese restaurant with a century of history and powerful backing. Despite serving only twenty tables a day, it was always bustling, but this was its first time hosting a wedding banquet.
The Sun family had practiced traditional Chinese medicine for generations; wealthy businesspeople and politicians alike had to show them some respect.
Feeling for Ding Shu because her relatives were not by her side, the