But this kind of politeness, this kind of measure—its undertone is actually indifference!
The other side of politeness is estrangement.
The other side of measure is not caring.
Looking at the two girls in the yard, Chen Yan suddenly felt a strange emotion.
This emotion, in his twenty-two years of life, apart from the old lady, he had never felt towards anyone else.
(If only this kind of laughter could always be there…)
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The big pile of fireworks and firecrackers they ordered in town that day, under Gu Qingyi's excitement, were all set off before twelve o'clock.
Even the firecrackers meant to ring in the New Year at midnight were set off early.
Finally, the smoke in the yard cleared, and the ground was littered with the remnants of the fireworks.
Seeing Gu Qingyi still not quite satisfied, Chen Yan patted her shoulder, "We'll go to town and buy more in a day or two."
