"That...... Nuan Nuan, why are you here? Father Bai scratched his head, gave the fireworks to Bai Mu, and took two fairy sticks to Bai Nuan by the way.

"Now, for you to play, you should go out for a walk more when you have time, I'll go to other places with your mother first." The white father quickly pulled the white mother and prepared to leave.

Bai Nuan watched expressionlessly as they disappeared into the crowd.

Look down at the fairy stick in your hand and clench it.

"Come here." She spoke, walking to a less crowded place on the other side.

An Yang followed her.

"Give." Bai Nuan lit the fairy stick and handed it to An Yang, the fireworks were blooming, and she looked at him quietly, with stars in her eyes.

An Yang didn't take it, took her into his arms from behind, held her hand, and shook the brilliant fireworks.

"Do you like it?" He put his arms around her, and the fireworks in his hand bloomed quietly, which was particularly beautiful, and the sound of sizzling sounded in the air.

"Hmm." She liked it, loved it.

She rejoiced to be with him.

Anyang bent down to envelop people, lighting a little fire, very beautiful.

In order to coax the white mother, the white father bought the kind of fairy stick that was relatively long, so it burned for a while before it was gone.

Anyang threw the garbage into the trash can, and when he turned his head, the person who should have been standing under the tree disappeared at this moment.

He froze for a moment, and his eyes fell on her, looking for her.

There was no her in the crowd, he was a little panicked, took out his mobile phone, and just about to call, the mobile phone lit up.

It was Bai Nuan's call.

He answered.

"Nuan Nuan, where are you?"

There was no sound on the other end, only the sound of the wind and the noise of the crowd.

"Nuan Nuan?" He raised his voice slightly, frowning.

"Get out into the alley next to No. 18 Anmin Street, you can see if this woman will have an accident if it's late!" The man's fierce voice suddenly broke out on the other end, and he hung up the phone immediately.

An Yang twisted his eyebrows and walked over there.

The face was gloomy.

When I went, I bought a knife.

By the way, I informed Ake who had already come here.

The snow began to fall, sliding into the collars of people's clothes, shivering slightly from the cold, and people pulled their collars and scattered.

An Yang went to the place designated by the man, and did not see the dangerous and tense picture he imagined, but only saw the man who was standing by the wall with his feet on the ground and panting.

Probably sensing that he was coming, she suddenly turned her head to look at him.

The snow fell heavily at that moment.

She reached out to him, and in her hand was a ring.

The ring with a light spot lined the man's eyebrows and eyes very gently.

"Happy Chinese New Year's Eve."

There he was standing there, and there were people lying on the ground, with blue noses and swollen eyes.

"Warm and warm, happy Chinese New Year's Eve." He smiled, and there was broken starlight under his eyes, dotted with dots.

He picked up the ring from her palm, fingertips running across hers.

With a slight itch, she frowned slightly and endured it.

"I love the gifts." He crouched down and fell to one knee, the snow soaking his knees, and he only looked up at her, his lips warmly raised, and he held her fingertips.

"Nuan Nuan, is that okay?" He pressed the ring against her middle finger, a little nervous in his voice.

Like a prisoner about to be sentenced, whether to live or die is only between her words.

The man lying on the ground wanted to wail a few times, but when the man knelt down on one knee, the knife was against his neck.