"Another year already?"
The Ink Pavilion.
Yu Mo's wheelchair stood before the floor-to-ceiling window. He watched the fireworks flashing outside, slightly lost in thought.
"Not going home for the New Year?"
An elderly figure quietly appeared in the office, looked at Yu Mo, and asked with a smile.
Yu Mo did not turn around. Still facing away from Sun Yingxiong, he fell silent for a long while before slowly speaking. "The Demon Clan hasn't been wiped out. How could I have the nerve to celebrate the New Year..."
"This isn't your fault, nor is it a burden you should bear."
Sun Yingxiong shook his head, his expression solemn.
"Someone has to step forward and do something."
"And I happen to have that ability."
Yu Mo's voice remained calm throughout.
"But you don't have to carry such a heavy burden."
"You need to rest when the time is right..."
Looking at Yu Mo's slightly lonely figure, Sun Yingxiong sighed.
"But I..."
"Lost my home long ago."
"Where would I go to celebrate?"
Yu Mo raised his head and watched the fireworks blooming above the city, neither happy nor sad.
Sun Yingxiong faltered.
"What about you?"
"Why haven't you gone home on New Year's Eve either?"
Yu Mo asked in return.
Sun Yingxiong scratched his head awkwardly. "My son and grandson are both away... I'd be alone even if I went home. It'd be awfully quiet."
Yu Mo turned his wheelchair around. He and Sun Yingxiong met each other's eyes across the room and shared a knowing smile.
"Then..."
"Happy New Year."
Yu Mo spoke with a smile.
Sun Yingxiong leaned back in a chair, a smile on his face as well. "Happy New Year."
"Oh, right!"
"Wait here. Let me show you what I can do!"
"Back when everyone was home,